Open your ears, open your hearts. Don’t take yourselves too seriously and take yourself as seriously as death itself. Don’t worry. Worry your ass off. Have iron clad confidence. But doubt! It keeps you awake and alert. Believe you are the baddest ass in town and you suck. It keeps you honest. Be able to keep two completely contradictory ideas alive and well in your heart and head at all times. If it does not drive you crazy it will make you strong. Stay hard, stay hungry and stay alive.
Bruce Springsteen, SXSW keynote via guardian.co.uk (via scout)

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patrick-starrr:

A painting I made during my free time entitled
I Don’t Think I Am Doing This Right
Watercolor and Pastel on Sheepskin [5’ X 8’]
Svetlana Sikorska
Bidding starts at 5,000 Euros.

patrick-starrr:

A painting I made during my free time entitled

I Don’t Think I Am Doing This Right

Watercolor and Pastel on Sheepskin [5’ X 8’]

Svetlana Sikorska

Bidding starts at 5,000 Euros.

(Source: milo-milo-milo)

you-can-fly:

Green Eggs and Hamlet
I ask to be or not to be. That is the question I ask of me. This sullied life, it makes me shudder. My uncle’s boffing dear sweet mother. Would I, could I take me life? Could I, should I end this strife? Should I jump out of a plane? Or throw myself before a train? Should I from a cliff just leap? Could I put myself to sleep? Shoot myself or take some poison? Maybe try self-immolation? To shudder off this mortal coil, I could stab myself with a fencing foil. Slash my wrists while in the bath? Would it end my angst and wrath? To sleep, to dream, now there’s the rub. I could drop a toaster in my tub. Would all be glad if I were dead? Could I perhaps kill them instead? This line of thought takes consideration - For I’m the king of procrastination.

you-can-fly:

Green Eggs and Hamlet

I ask to be or not to be. 
That is the question I ask of me. 
This sullied life, it makes me shudder. 
My uncle’s boffing dear sweet mother. 
Would I, could I take me life? 
Could I, should I end this strife? 
Should I jump out of a plane? 
Or throw myself before a train? 
Should I from a cliff just leap? 
Could I put myself to sleep? 
Shoot myself or take some poison? 
Maybe try self-immolation? 
To shudder off this mortal coil, 
I could stab myself with a fencing foil. 
Slash my wrists while in the bath? 
Would it end my angst and wrath? 
To sleep, to dream, now there’s the rub. 
I could drop a toaster in my tub. 
Would all be glad if I were dead? 
Could I perhaps kill them instead? 
This line of thought takes consideration - 
For I’m the king of procrastination.

// Why we should use the Oxford Comma//

foque:

thoseglassdungeons:

A direct quote from The Times newspaper, talking about a Peter Ustinov documentary and saying that:

 “highlights of his global tour include encounters with Nelson Mandela, an 800-year-old demigod and a dildo collector”.

oh you dirty old man

(Source: bowtiesinthedungeon, via allora)

chriscarlberg:

MIA - Bad Girls video

#awesome

kari-shma:

Iranian artist Farhad Moshiri’s latest installation titled ‘Life is Beautiful’, was created using hundreds of knives stabbed directly into a gallery wall. The use of everyday objects, which on occasion can become lethal weapons, reveals the underlying sarcastic ambiguity of Farhad’s statement. | via

(via thingsorganizedneatly)

What do you mean what do I mean?