Hello Three long days without my iPhone. I cooked a lot. Hence this photo of kale salad in honor of my Instagram return. #kalemenow #missedyall
Three days without you was too much. I am so glad you are nestled safely in my palm again.
All is right with the world.
My idea of rich is that you can buy every book you ever want without looking at the price and you’re never around assholes. That’s the two things to really fight for in life. —
John Waters (via ellens)
Hello dream life.
(Source: marion--crane, via ellens)
Maria Popova: Staying Present and Grounded in the Age of Information Overload -
The founder of Brain Pickings discusses the tug of war between ambition and mental clarity.
Hello struggle of my life.
The largest forest fire in Washington’s history is now 4.5 times larger than the city of Seattle.
Hello fire storm,
My hometown is being threatened by this fire. What I hear from family, friends and Facebook reports is so sad and terrifying; a beautiful part of the world burnt to a black smudge.
The Most Stylish People at Pitchfork 2014 -
Check out 59 images of the men, women, boys, and girls who got seriously dolled up for a weekend full of live music.
i would like to believe someone at chicago magazine just had a lot of fun mocking 59 of pitchfork’s “best dressed”…because there is no way this is real.
Hello Pitchfork chic,
I would sum up the prevailing style as 90’s homeless normcore? Emphasis on homeless.
But then, I’m old.
Titan aka the Mermaid Moon
Hello mermaid moon.
Read ALL THE STORIES! -
This morning The New Yorker unveiled a new website layout, & to celebrate, they’re opening up their archives to everyone for 3 months. My advice would be to take the next 3 months to read all the stories, if you’re not already a subscriber.
James Salter, “Last Night”
Hello read The New Yorker.
Hello I’m too tired to eat these delicious tamales…nevermind I’m a liar. @tamalespaceship #driedplummoledance
Hello Waiting in line forever to get in to #pitchforkfest day 3. If I die here, I bequeath my Minnetonkas to @yayasheshe
Hello St. Vincent,
Annie Clark played Pitchfork yesterday and then was crowned Alien Music Supreme Goddess of the Universe.
I want you to know
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
toward those isles of yours that wait for me. — Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me (via noelleangelique)
Hello Waiting for St. Vincent in coral. #pitchforkfest #lilacpantsuit
Hello Devil’s Haircut. #beckgram #pitchforkfest