typical texts between my brother and me #5
  • Me: Also I'm sitting across from a dude with dreads who is actually seat-dancing with his sandwich.
  • Brother: What is seat dancing?
  • Me: Dancing while seated. Like car dancing but not in a car.
  • Brother: Oh word. I respect the hell out of that.
  • Me: I thought you might.
  • Brother: I was seat dancing with my milkshake from Friendly's today.
  • Me: That shit is seriously worth dancing for.

(Source: moshita)

from chaotictheories
micaceous:

Connect the dots by Colin Dodgson

micaceous:

Connect the dots by Colin Dodgson

from micaceous
madmendaily:

Peggy is our kind of woman!

madmendaily:

Peggy is our kind of woman!

(Source: oh-whiskers)

from madmendaily
theenglishladye:


18th century poesy ring. Inscription reads: 
Many are the stars I see but in my eye no star like thee.

theenglishladye:

18th century poesy ring. Inscription reads: 

Many are the stars I see but in my eye no star like thee.

from beautifail
You look at
a mulberry leaf

like a silkworm does, with all your insides.
- Yusef Komunyakaa, from “The Brain to the Heart” (via the-final-sentence)
from the-final-sentence

farewell-kingdom:

Being here, by Mark Garry, thread pins, beads

from chaotictheories
from 4doors
motioning:

28740011 by p.n. on Flickr.

motioning:

28740011 by p.n. on Flickr.

from 4doors

newyorker:

Click-through for a photo slideshow of Timm Rautert’s work capturing the Amish and Hutterites, and for a description of his efforts “photographing-those-very-uncomfortable-with-being-photographed”: http://nyr.kr/KSyRFs

from newyorker
I’ve been here before, dreaming myself backwards, among grappling hooks of light. - Yusef Komunyakaa (via sleepinginthesnow)
from sleepinginthesnow