🛏🏭 #nofilter. #mattressfactorymuseum #mattressfactory #red #artmuseum #redgirl #isborn (at Mattress Factory - Museum of Contemporary Art)

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🛏🏭 #nofilter. #mattressfactorymuseum #mattressfactory #red #artmuseum #redgirl #isborn (at Mattress Factory - Museum of Contemporary Art)
#thelegend #isborn #danish #badtranslations That's one of the most epic ways to say "Drive slowly Playing children". Legende Born would be a cool name for a band.
Os juro que esperé hasta 15 minutos por si aparecía El Cheche-Man. ¡No iba a quedarme con las ganas de saber de qué color era su traje ajustado, o de si llevaba capa al viento o no... Al minuto 16 me aburrí y seguí con lo mío, imaginando que El Cheche-Man estaría salvando a la gente y perritod de un edificio en llamas, o borrándose su bigote de camionero como hicieron con Superman en Liga de la Justicia. Ta-ta TA-TAAA... ♬El Cheche-Man, El Cheche-Man, does whatever el Cheche can ♫ #anew #superheroe #isborn #elcheche #man
A #gofish #game #isborn
Just fucking do it.
There is this odd lesson in life that I keep experiencing, it works well for me, though i forget it often. It all started with beer. At 14 I drank my first beer, my first 7 beers. I didn’t have another one until I was 21. I hated the taste, I hated the smell, I didn’t want to like it. Then once while I was visiting some friends at home I got talked into going on the most obnoxious adventure called “Thirst Gear”. It consists of pedaling in a furiously low gear with 8 other idiots around to different drinking establishments, and progressively becoming obliterated. Happy birthday. By the second tap room, I was in much need of a beverage. Being that we were in a tap room, and not a bar it became apparent that I was going to have to try a fucking beer. It was a cream ale. I don’t know if it was my need for a buzz or if I miraculously matured over night, but it was good. One year, and 30 pounds later I love the stuff. A true connoisseur. Much like this motorcycle stuff. I have been trying to get on the same page as my roommates. 2 of whom at this point, love riding. Until yesterday I could not honestly say I enjoyed it, and could see myself riding around the country. All I did to find this feeling was just try. I went on my longest ride with said roommates probably only 10 miles roundtrip, down to the end of point loma. Once I got home I knew it was for me. I felt so in control, so free. It was such a personal yet bonding experience I have yet to find anywhere else. We ended up doing the ride a second time yesterday, and I went on a morning ride today. I have been infected by something, born of a decision to give myself no choice. Advice means so little, yet it means so much. It isn’t until after the fact that we appreciate the words of the wise (in my experience). However true that may be. Brilliant things can be born of uncertainty. Shia Labeouf and Nike said it best, but I will chime in. Whether it’s buying the ticket, eating cow tounge, or whatever the fuck else “Just fucking do it.” Calliope