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christopherlindstrom:

if you love someone
you should love them forever
you should be able to jump into the arms
of your 5th grade teacher
or at least
remember how you jumped into them once

I am only one cobb salad away
from moving into a coyote den in the woods
always just one cobb salad…

aseaofquotes:

Philip Roth, American Pastoral

aseaofquotes:

Philip Roth, American Pastoral

sesamestreet:

We mourn the loss of our friend Robin Williams, who always made us laugh and smile.

sesamestreet:

We mourn the loss of our friend Robin Williams, who always made us laugh and smile.

I’ve told the kids in the ghettos that violence won’t solve their problems, but then they ask me, and rightly so; ‘Why does the government use massive doses of violence to bring about the change it wants in the world?’ After this I knew that I could no longer speak against the violence in the ghettos without also speaking against the violence of my government.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. (via loveinfamine)

Ahem…

(via gradientlair)

niggaclouds:

pbh3:

The planets, aligned.

the sickest thing ive ever seen
weepling:

Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1949

weepling:

Mark RothkoUntitled, 1949

moma:

Alexander Calder was born today in 1898. The existentialist philosopher Jean–Paul Sartre praised Calder’s mobiles, describing them as “lyrical invention.” 

[Alexander Calder. Untitled. 1939.] 

moma:

Alexander Calder was born today in 1898. The existentialist philosopher Jean–Paul Sartre praised Calder’s mobiles, describing them as “lyrical invention.” 

[Alexander Calder. Untitled. 1939.] 

In the ordinary jumble of my literary drawer, I sometimes find texts I wrote ten, fifteen, or even more years ago. And many of them seem to me written by a stranger: I simply do not recognize myself in them. There was a person who wrote them, and it was I. I experienced them, but it was in another life, from which I just woke up, as if from someone else’s dream.
Fernando Pessoa (via writingquotes)
so you see lebron went back to cleveland?!

garage operator with whom i exchange a hello every morning, shouting to one of his buddies across the street just after i passed him today.

at first, i jumped in thinking this was directed at me and turned back to respond. it did not take long to realize, however, that if he’s going on appearance and the content of our conversations alone, he has no reason to assume this means anything to me. still cause to smile for a few extra blocks. moving to new cities. what a weird thing.

nprfreshair:

Have a great weekend! 
By @dublinbymouth

yes

nprfreshair:

Have a great weekend! 

By @dublinbymouth

yes

skunkbear:

Tastes Like Art

We eat first with our eyes. When strawberries are perfectly red, they seem to taste sweeter. When chicken is painted blue, it’s disturbing. The ancient Romans understood that, and certainly today’s top chefs exploit it when they plate their food.

A new study shows that diners thought an artistic salad (arranged to look like a Kandinsky painting) was tastier than salad in other configurations. Here’s the full story.

Now my friends over at NPR’s food blog are challenging YOU to create dishes based on other pieces of art. Send us your pics @NPRFood #NPRfineartfood.

Image Credit: Museum of Modern Art; Crossmodal Research Laboratory