He was super psyched, but as soon as we sat down, he turned to me with a worried look on his face. “Did we DVR Gossip Girl?”
And that my dears is why I claimed him for mine.
I went as Low Resolution for Halloween.
The shirt took forever to paint, and my face only took slightly forever.
Uh, this is awesome.
Allon Schemool
bid on his prints
Stephen Wiltshire
watch him paint live
The young are eternally desperate. And books, they offer one hope —- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that new universe, one is saved.
— (via mypostmodernlife) (via fieldmanual) (via libraries) (via libraryland) (via letusreadandletusdance)
Tonight we went to the Rangers game.
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There are people who deserve you and people who don’t. If you have someone in your life who takes you for granted or doesn’t give you the respect that you deserve, leave them in the past where they belong. Surround yourself with people who challenge your mind and bring out the best in you. As for the ones who only exist to bring you down or cheapen your potential; let them find people who are better-suited to their own qualities and principles. Hold yourself to the highest standard possible. People who don’t measure up don’t deserve your time. People who can’t see past their own cowardice or their own arrogance don’t deserve your time. Anyone who doesn’t treat you the way you treat yourself doesn’t deserve your time. And if you are treating yourself in a way that gives people permission to take advantage of you, start showing yourself the exact same respect that you should be demanding of everyone else.
everyone needs to remind themselves of this every once in a while, you know?
Writers fail us when that interface is tailored to our needs, when it panders to the generalities of its day, when it offers us a world it knows we will accept having already seen it on the television. Bad writing does nothing, changes nothing, educates no emotions, rewires no inner circuitry - we close its covers with the same metaphysical confidence in the universality of our own interface as we did when we opened it. But great writing - great writing forces you to submit to its vision. You spend the morning reading Chekhov and in the afternoon, walking through your neighbourhood, the world has turned Chekhovian; the waitress in the cafe offers a non-sequitur, a dog dances in the street.
— Zadie Smith’s essay, Fail Better, is exhilirating and challenging. (via meaghano) (via sometimesagreatnotion) (via thisislobster)
