Love Begins
One Nice Bug Per Day
sheepfilms
blake kathryn
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
shark vs the universe
YOU ARE THE REASON
Kaledo Art
⁂
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
𓃗
KIROKAZE
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Today's Document
Sade Olutola
★
Andulka
Three Goblin Art
Keni
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from Iraq
seen from Spain
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Algeria
seen from Algeria
seen from Canada
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Iraq
@anniehayworth
Goodbye Downtown
We moved to 1 West Street on February 21, 2015. It was our first New York apartment and it was perfect in every way. We were on the 21st floor. There was a chandelier in the kitchen, its one window looked out onto the Hudson and lady liberty, and we had space to run if we wanted. The first night we ordered noodles from the Japanese restaurant nearby and I sat on the floor eating them to avoid…
View On WordPress
I thought I loved New York until I left it
I thought I loved New York until I left it
I’ve been thinking about this in the past week since getting back from the road trip. Traveling outside of New York felt like work. Driving around felt like work. By the end of the trip, I was anxious to come “home.” Whenever anyone asked me about living in Manhattan, I was instantly ready to defend it and praise it. It’s special to me, after-all I worked 9 months to get here while looking for a…
View On WordPress
West Coast Road Trip | Late Summer 2016
West Coast Road Trip | Late Summer 2016
We left Manhattan and traveled from San Diego to Seattle in one week. From July 30 to August 6 we were on the road. We were a librarian and a securities analyst driving a cramped Jeep Compass through the traffic of LA, the coast of Big Sur, the mountains of Yosemite, the hills of Napa, the foggy Oregon coast, and the grey area from Portland to Seattle. In San Diego, we got off the plane and drove…
View On WordPress
$2 Ferry to Governors Island
$2 Ferry to Governors Island
Time Lapse From our roof, Governors Island looks like a place where orphans or convicts or the insane were sent to live. It’s full of old abandoned buildings and a new park where you can rent bikes and stand in line at a food truck. We went during Pinknic, which is a large gathering of New Yorkers dressed in pink, drinking pink wine, and listening to live music that clashes horribly with the sad…
View On WordPress
No one warns you about the amount of mourning in growth.
Té V. Smith, Releasing & Recieving (via wordsnquotes)
Maine and Mass. Brewery Road Trip | Late Summer 2015
Maine and Mass. Brewery Road Trip | Late Summer 2015
21 August Friday Waking up to flash flood warnings, J. and I left Long Island at 5:30am for Boston, MA. We went to Trillium Brewing Company in Boston’s Fort Point neighborhood. They opened at noon, but a line began to form before 11am. We waited an hour until someone with a loud speaker announced, “Beer! Beer! Beer!” and we were allowed inside. We walked out with a large box full of bottles of…
View On WordPress
“#Fixie #Kimono #fixielicious #ibffhk #拍車” instagram.com
The mouth should have three gatekeepers. Is it true? Is it kind? And is it necessary?
Arab Proverb (via imyourcaptive)
Village women chant songs to entice turtles to shore, Namuana, Kandavu, Fiji Islands, by Luis Marden.
THIS!
The Honda, in Redwood Country
John Chan for Details magazine, February 1990.
I have no memory for things I have learned, nor things I have read, nor things experienced or heard, neither for people nor events; I feel that I have experienced nothing, learned nothing, that I actually know less than the average schoolboy, and that what I do know is superficial, and that every second question is beyond me. I am incapable of thinking deliberately; my thoughts run into a wall. I can grasp the essence of things in isolation, but I am quite incapable of coherent, unbroken thinking. I can’t even tell a story properly; in fact, I can scarcely talk.
Franz Kafka
© Sila King 2013
