jukebox fuck-up hanging around the drugstore.

"Art is the asshole of the unconscious. Some people are just born without a cork."

permalink pretty sure i’ve posted this before, but it’s way too good.

somethingintellectual:

sugarassaultme:warningdontreadthis:romantics:likelytovanish: (via paulasparks)
Oh my god, the last two frames! Haha

pretty sure i’ve posted this before, but it’s way too good.

somethingintellectual:

sugarassaultme:warningdontreadthis:romantics:likelytovanish: (via paulasparks)

Oh my god, the last two frames! Haha

permalink reckon:

Fashion (via Alan K.)

reckon:

Fashion (via Alan K.)

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  • Natasha: "UGH. WHY DON'T WE HAVE PERSONAL CHEFS?"
  • Josh: "Because we are SO middle class."
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permalink fuckyeahbookshelves:

interrobangag:

architectureblog:

lickystickypickyme:

Some crazy wall to wall bookshelves. I can even see a bottle of wine stored in it.wicked.source

fuckyeahbookshelves:

interrobangag:

architectureblog:

lickystickypickyme:

Some crazy wall to wall bookshelves. I can even see a bottle of wine stored in it.
wicked.

source

permalink oh god this is me.

(via noise-and-tangerines)

oh god this is me.

(via noise-and-tangerines)

permalink fuckyeahrocknroll:

Kurt & Krist
Ho!Ho!Ho!

fuckyeahrocknroll:

Kurt & Krist

Ho!Ho!Ho!

permalink fuckyeahbookshelves:

tiffkitti:

this is great.
reading-is-fun:

wonderlandholiday:

eft:

travelhighlights:

Arrows by Ken Douglas
In Barter Books, one of the largest secondhand bookshops in Britain.
Northumberland, England


Wow. And here all we have is Booksale, not that I’m complaining.

fuckyeahbookshelves:

tiffkitti:

this is great.

reading-is-fun:

wonderlandholiday:

eft:

travelhighlights:

Arrows by Ken Douglas

In Barter Books, one of the largest secondhand bookshops in Britain.

Northumberland, England

Wow. And here all we have is Booksale, not that I’m complaining.

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permalink cicconeyouthh:

I concur.

cicconeyouthh:

I concur.

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There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
— Albert Schweitzer (via dollheart) (via cicconeyouthh)