July 2012
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i hate sweating in my sleep. because i wake up asking myself WTF WAS I DREAMING ABOUT and i can’t help wonder how long i’ve been laying in my own sweat.
“Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of...”
– John Keats (via rosettes)
Watchetsy:
We love Bryce Wymer’s time lapse sketchbooks. (And check out his Etsy shop: Flat Earth Studio.)
BRING IT BACK THAT OLD NEW YORK RAP
“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and in spite of True Romance magazines...”
– Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman 1955-67 (via bbook)
