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cof·fee shop·ping [kaw-fee shop-ing]: The sweet act of pissing the day away in your local coffee house; best accompanied with either a newspaper or online scrabble.

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"Are we not made in God's image? By showing the beauty of man, do we not depict the beauty of God?"

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Andy Warhol (1928-1987), Life Savers, 1985.

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Some rabbis say that, at birth, we are each tied to God with a string, and that every time we sin, the string breaks. To those who repent of their sins, especially in the days of Rosh Hashanah, God sends the angel Gabriel to make knots in the string, so that the humble and contrite are once again tied to God. Because each one of us fails, because we all lose our way on the path to righteousness from time to time, our strings are full of knots. But, the rabbis like to say, a string with many knots is shorter than one without knots. So the person with many sins but a humble heart is closer to God.

Rachel Held Evans, A Year of Biblical Womanhood

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Hey, Followers! If you're interested in following the adventures of me and my new Canon Camera, check out the tumblr I just started to see more of these photographs and future ones to come!

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Lichtgrenze, Installation to mark 25 years since the fall of the Berlin Wall

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MALE TRENDS A blog about men’s fashion, lifestyle & more.

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You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I. Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away— (Only you and I, understand!) You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I. But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart— Open to me! For I will show you the places Nobody knows, And, if you like, The perfect places of Sleep. Ah, come with me! I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon, That floats forever and a day; I’ll sing you the jacinth song Of the probable stars; I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream, Until I find the Only Flower, Which shall keep (I think) your little heart While the moon comes out of the sea.

You Are Tired (I Think) by e.e. cummings

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Take a drink & leave your phone. 

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I need that tie bar.  

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Much pumpkin. Very Autumn. 

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Boop.

Design Crush

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We have the capacity to receive messages from the stars and the songs of the night winds.

Ruth St. Denis

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Angels in America by Mark Liddell.

“This is my favorite place in New York City. No, in the whole universe. The parts of it I have seen. On a day like today. A sunny winter’s day, warm and cold at once. The sky’s a little hazy, so the sunlight has a physical presence, a character. In autumn, those trees across the lake are yellow, and the sun strikes those most brilliantly. Against the blue of the sky, that sad fall blue, those trees are more light than vegetation.

This angel. She’s my favorite angel. I like them best when they’re statuary. They commemorate death but they suggest a world without dying. They are made of the heaviest things on earth, stone and iron, they weigh tons but they’re winged, they are engines and instruments of flight. This is the angel Bethesda.”

~ Tony Kushner, Angels in America

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Pug Life by Mark Liddell