There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam (via quitecontinental)

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

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Misplaced Lens Cap
cherry valley forever

titsay

oozey mess

Andulka

@theartofmadeline
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Love Begins
Three Goblin Art

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@justenoughsalt
There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam (via quitecontinental)
where i want to be
John Baldessari - I Will Not Make Any More Boring Art, 1971
This is john baldessari
mauviel stainless steel pots
1977 Toyota Land Cruiser (40 Series)
On Friday we looked at Davidâs Travelall, but this truck is the real star. Itâs a pristine, nearly all-original Land Cruiser in 653 Olive. I say nearly, because just about the only thing that isnât stock is the locking rear differential from an 80 series.
I was so impressed by the detail on this machine, even the power steering is original equipment, down to the âToyodaâ cap. I quickly learned that the reason for this is that David is the guy behind Genesis 4x4, which is dedicated to the restoration of old FJs. Heâs a passionate guy, and this truck is testament to the long hours it takes to make something right. I only wish the light lasted a bit longer so I could capture more.
Seen in SE Portland
perfection really
Ann Hamilton
one of my favorite experiences. art as play.
note* most of my favorite experiences in nyc involve the armory
by Tasha LewisÂ
Except you canât show a topless woman on TV - and you canât defibrillate a woman in a bra. So victims of heart attacks on TV are *always* male. Did you know that a woman having a heart attack is more likely to have back or jaw pain than chest or left arm pain? I didnât - because Iâve never seen a woman having a heart attack. Iâve been trained in CPR and Advanced First Aid by the Red Cross over 15 times in my life, the videos and booklets always have a guy and say the same thing about clutching his chest and/or bicep. And people laugh when I tell them women are still invisible in this world.
re: feministing - for women, heart attacks look different
Higher learning
Lana Del Rey - The Man I Love
The U.S. Forest Serviceâs 1946 safety flyer âWhat To Do When Lost In The Woodsâ unintentionally offers general words of wisdom for times of trouble: âDonât yell, donât run, donât worry, and above all, donât quit.â
One of the most amazing things that can happen is finding someone who sees everything you are and wonât let you be anything less. They see the potential of you. They see endless possibilities. And through their eyes, you start to see yourself the same way. As someone who matters. As someone who can make a difference in this world.
Susane Colasanti, So Much Closer (via larmoyante)
Because men, when they think of womenâs fashion at all, tend to see it only in terms of how it makes them feelâwhether it arouses, confuses, or repels themârather than considering what it makes a woman feel.
A Manâs Guide to a Womanâs Wardrobe, by Luke Leitch (via theepitomeofquiet)
tom waits on john baldessari...yes you read that correctly
When You Are Old
BYÂ WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.