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dailybungalow:

Fisherman & Cats by zoonabar on Flickr.
nyctaeus:

Yaakov Israel. Abandoned Water Park, Dead Sea, 2010

Cousin, co-ops, and cacti

texturism:

image

posture + gaze. | via bigeyess

let-them-eat-vag:

ashoutintothevoid:

Emma Sulkowicz is on the cover of this month’s New York Magazine and that is the coolest thing wow

DUUUUDE this is a huge fucking deal honestly
youreyesblazeout:

peterdonyc:

My favorite part.



I know a place where zippers run 
the length of you inside; 
and sometimes, on a night like this, 
when you lay beside me half asleep, 
I slip my fingers in that place I found 
and drag those zippers down.
genderoftheday:

Today’s Gender of the Day is: this passage from Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself”
hydeordie:

George Herms Xenophellia 2011
theparisreview:

“The fact that so much software works so much of the time can seem profoundly miraculous.”
Vikram Chandra on the beauty of code.
Life’s Ironies by Jane Miller

Life’s ironies irritate my afternoon hours like wool. One, I’m in a foreign country in my own head; two, I’m sometimes lonely living with two women; three, people are having sex in shop windows but we haven’t made love in weeks; four, the more Alexis smokes, the better her singing voice; the more I clean up, the more I feel like Alexis’ ashtray; the more I read, the more I lose my place. Unsettled, I get hungry, and remember pears and young Gouda in the refrigerator. I throw down my books. Ironically, given their status as objects, the red pear and the pale cheese are breathing furiously, inhabiting the world I left. All told, the pear is a great relief, luxuriating on a plate as blue as the Dutch flag, with the pungent Gouda such a pure moment of pale yellow!