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09

Jul

Amy “drunk” on Weekend Update

(Source: saturdaynightcaps)

20

Jun

30

May

Most people can’t bear to sit in church for an hour on Sundays. How are they supposed to live somewhere very similar to it for eternity.
Mark Twain (via philphys)
humansofnewyork:

The man in the foreground and the man in the background don’t know each other, but I think they were destined to be in the same place at the same time.

humansofnewyork:

The man in the foreground and the man in the background don’t know each other, but I think they were destined to be in the same place at the same time.

newyorker:

What Mad Men Missed: the Real Jaguar Ads of the 1960s and 70s. http://nyr.kr/LQGizx

newyorker:

What Mad Men Missed: the Real Jaguar Ads of the 1960s and 70s. http://nyr.kr/LQGizx

17

May


14/50 → jenna fischer

PAM!

14/50 → jenna fischer

PAM!

blua:

Human After All

15

May

…if we believe in liberty, if we want the air we breathe to remain plentiful and breathable, this is the art whose right to exist we must not only defend, but celebrate. Art is not entertainment. At its very best, it’s a revolution.
Salman Rushdie on censorship, at our new literary blog, Page-Turner (via newyorker)

14

May

Why Being In Your 20s Is Awesome « Thought Catalog

10

May

humansofnewyork:

“So what’s your story?”“I’m just hawking my goods man, I make these skateboards out of old basketball floors.”“That’s so cool. So what’s in the briefcase?”“You know, my shit. I’m hawking my goods.”
His goods: http://www.facebook.com/GlideSkateboards

humansofnewyork:

“So what’s your story?”
“I’m just hawking my goods man, I make these skateboards out of old basketball floors.”
“That’s so cool. So what’s in the briefcase?”
“You know, my shit. I’m hawking my goods.”

His goods: http://www.facebook.com/GlideSkateboards

heavygraffic:

Factory Fifteen

09

May

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/04/29/magazine/why-afghan-women-risk-death-to-write-poetry.html?pagewanted=all

08

May

The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye.
Where the Wild Things Are, Maruice Sendek