Men With Bangs
A style guide.

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Not today Justin
Stranger Things

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One Nice Bug Per Day
i don't do bad sauce passes
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titsay
d e v o n
trying on a metaphor

JVL
Sweet Seals For You, Always
hello vonnie
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Jules of Nature

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Misplaced Lens Cap
cherry valley forever

oozey mess
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Men With Bangs
A style guide.
Anke Roder (NL/Ger 1964)
Orchid (2015)
Collage (28 x 29,5 cm)
“Truly fine poetry must be read aloud. A good poem does not allow itself to be read in a low voice or silently. If we can read it silently, it is not a valid poem: a poem demands pronunciation. Poetry always remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written art. It remembers that it was first song.”
― Jorge Luis Borges
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― Katsushika Hokusai - The Great Wave, 1831 *
*If you look closer people in the boats are bowing to the wave. In the traditional Japanese view, humans do not control or attempt to dominate nature, trying instead to live in harmony with all other creatures and the natural forces of the earth.
“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”
― Fernando Pessoa / ― Edward Hopper - Cape Cod Morning
Scheherazade by Richard Siken
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses. It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio, how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means we’re inconsolable. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we’ll never get used to it.
(via beenthinking)
This one time I painted a living room with a girl.
This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.
But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.
Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.
That’s what love is. Attention to detail.
And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.
But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date. She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady. She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time. She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.
But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:
One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.
And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.
(via nedhepburn)
Artık pek buralarda değilim çünkü genelde @kingsontoast ile meşgulüm. 9 yıldır başkaları için çalıştıkta patronları müdürleri zengin ettikten sonra kendim için birşey yaptım. Nerdeyse bir yıldır tasarımıyla uğraştığım plannerlarımı @etsy de satıyorum. Ilk bir ay çok zorlu geçti ama düşündüğümden erken toparladı. Her gün siparişlerimi hazırlıyorum, özenle paketliyorum, artık benden bıkmış olan posta ofisi elemanlarına teslim ediyorum. Gece 6da uyanıp Amerika'dan soruları cevaplarken buluyorum kendimi. Evet şimdilik eskisine göre daha az kazanıyorum ama söylenmiyorum, eskiden olduğu gibi boğazıma kadar dolmuş negatif hislerle boğuşmuyorum. Başkasını memnun etmek için 40 versiyon hazırlamıyorum, marka için doğrusunu bulana kadar 100 versiyon yapıyorum, ama koymuyor. Eskisi gibi stresten kendimi alışverişe vurmuyorum, daha az harcıyorum. Aslında mutlu olduğunuzda düşündüğünüzden daha az parayla yaşayabiliyorsunuz. Bu süreç içinde @etsy yi daha iyi tanıdım. Yaptığım tek tük alışverişleri de ordan yapmaya çalıştım. H&Min patronunun 25inci evini almasına destek olacağıma, İtalya'da bir kadının elleriyle yaptığı, belki parasıyla çocuğunun okulunu ödeyeceği şallardan almayı tercih ettim. Bundan sonra da zaten zengin olanları desteklemektense el emeğini desteklemeye çalışacağım. Bu plannerlar da benim el emeğim. Her birini günlerce planladım, tasarladım. Aklımda hep insanların hayatını kolaylaştırıp istediklerini gerçekten yapabilmesi vardı. Eğer bir kişiye bile yardımcı olursam ne güzel. Gelen mesajlardaki insanların güzel sözleri herhangi bir şirkette alacağım bin zamma değer. Önümüzdeki ay çok daha güzel şeyler olacak. Çalışmayı istemek güzel şey :)
Yes hello I reorganized my bookshelves again.
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Lamplight In The Spirit World - 千と千尋の神隠し (2001)
#karaköy #istanbulstreetart #streetart
#Bunlar Kazandı. #SeniBaşkanYaptırmadık 🎉
Artist removes 1 inch off the peak of England’s highest mountain; Brits want their inch back.
It is still England’s highest mountain, but Scafell Pike is ever so slightly smaller now after an artist stole the top inch of the summit to display in a gallery.
Oscar Santillan, 34, was accused of vandalism after removing the stone pinnacle of the 3,209ft Lake District peak for an exhibition in London.
Ian Stephens, managing director of Cumbria Tourism, said: “This is taking the mickey and we want the top of our mountain back.”
Best #tbt #geziyiunutma #direngezi #geziparki #parklarbizimdir (at Taksim Gezi Park)
@penguinukbooks #TheHappyReader magazine & #1984 mug 🎈 #balcony #tea
#daisies #parks #nature
#İnsanlık dediğimiz şeyin anlamı kalmadı, artık #hayvanlık var ve daha güzel. Gelin hep beraber köpek olalım. #1Mayıs
#BelleGibson ismindeki bu kadın birkaç yıl önce beyin dahil vücuduna yayılan kanseri bütün ve sağlıklı beslenme ile geçirdiğini söyledi, app sattı, kitap çıkardı, bunların parasını kanser ile savaşanlara bağışlayacağını söyledi. Zengin oldu. Insanlar bu kadına inanıp ilaçlarını, tedavilerini bıraktılar, onun dediklerini yapmaya başladılar. Bir süre önce hikayesindeki eksikler ortaya çıktıkça, kazandığı para ile hiçbir bağış yapılmadığı ortaya çıkınca tüm hikayesinin bir senaryo olduğu belli oldu. Bu insanlar hastalıklı, başkalarına zarar vermekten hoşlanan, garip insanlar. Soğuk kanlılıkla böyle büyük bir yalanı söyleyebilmesi bir yana, insanları yanlış yönlendirip hayatlarını mahvetmekten de zevk alıyor olmalı. Umarım tanıdığım herkesten uzak olur bunun gibiler. #TheWholePantry