franny's cheeseburger diet

auspices: mogadonia:tartanspartan: Self Portrait, Passed Out...

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 01:19:33 -0500

auspices:

mogadonia:tartanspartan:

Self Portrait, Passed Out — Hunter S. Thompson, c. 1960s

onherway: thresca: day-breaking:(via iwishiwasthemoon)

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 23:56:30 -0500

onherway:

thresca:

day-breaking:(via iwishiwasthemoon)

"Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs,..."

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 19:41:22 -0400

“Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties — all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion — these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.”

- David Foster Wallace (via tmblg) (via markn) (via synecdoche)

onemoretimewithfeeling: (via gompr)

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 12:36:47 -0400

onemoretimewithfeeling:

(via gompr)

auspices: squirrel world (via danmeth)

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 23:46:58 -0400

auspices:

squirrel world (via danmeth)

shashashaa: Modest Mouse - Gravity Rides Everything In the...

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 14:47:37 -0400

shashashaa:

Modest Mouse - Gravity Rides Everything

In the motions and the things that you say, it all will fall, fall right into place.

Because, sometimes, I just need reminding. And because I think this song just singlehandedly fixed my life.

An hour of David Foster Wallace on "To The Best of Our Knowledge"

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 00:56:10 -0400

An hour of David Foster Wallace on "To The Best of Our Knowledge":

boggle:

faithandbegorrah:

The program ends with his sister recounting her memories of him and an audio clip of his commencement speech at Kenyon College. I need to drink something now.

reblog for later, can’t deal at the moment.

synecdoche: another bullshit night in suck city by nick flynn.

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 01:15:58 -0400

synecdoche:

another bullshit night in suck city by nick flynn.

"I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to..."

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 11:35:32 -0400

“I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.”

- Neil Gaiman (via i’ll join the wolves) (via strepitupido) (via batchiara) (via rispostesenzadomanda) (via expectingtofly) (via fuckyeahzenmind)

bohemea: Rita Hayworth

Wed, 29 Jul 2009 19:24:07 -0400

bohemea:

Rita Hayworth

I have this thing for rail...

Sun, 26 Jul 2009 02:26:11 -0400

I have this thing for rail stations.

constantwanderlust:karenh:kevin:r00ts:gesteves:Penn Station, from the New York Public Library.

From Berenice Abbott’s Changing New York:

Photographer Berenice Abbott (1898-1991) proposed Changing New York, her grand project to document New York City, to the Federal Art Project (FAP) in 1935. The FAP was a Depression-era government program for unemployed artists and workers in related fields such as advertising, graphic design, illustration, photofinishing, and publishing.

Abbott’s efforts resulted in a book in 1939, in advance of the World’s Fair in Flushing Meadow NY. At the project’s conclusion, the FAP distributed complete sets of Abbott’s images to high schools, libraries and other public institutions in the metropolitan area.

synecdoche: this paragraph is my absolute favorite thing j.d....

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 18:22:33 -0400

synecdoche:

this paragraph is my absolute favorite thing j.d. salinger has ever written.

robot-heart: the sky at the time by =Myrtillis on deviantART

Fri, 17 Jul 2009 17:53:46 -0400

robot-heart:

the sky at the time by =Myrtillis on deviantART

"How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours."

Wed, 24 Jun 2009 18:14:22 -0400

“How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.”

- Wayne Dyer (via fuckyeahzenmind)

robot-heart: FFFFOUND!

Tue, 09 Jun 2009 20:52:48 -0400

robot-heart:

FFFFOUND!

"When it gets dark enough you can see the stars."

Mon, 08 Jun 2009 17:58:27 -0400

“When it gets dark enough you can see the stars.”

- Lee Salk (via robot-heart)

"Never give in. Never give in. Never, never, never, never — in nothing, great or small, large..."

Sun, 07 Jun 2009 23:43:13 -0400

“Never give in. Never give in. Never, never, never, never — in nothing, great or small, large or petty — never give in, except to convictions of honor and good sense.”

- WInston Churchhill

"Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain."

Sun, 31 May 2009 20:05:51 -0400

“Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.”

- William Faulkner (via reluctantbuddha)

"On my coming back, how many pathways are there through the spring grasses?"

Thu, 28 May 2009 23:32:24 -0400

“On my coming back,
how many pathways are there
through the spring grasses?”

- Saigyo.

dominilucy: runamuk: laceandlilac: “On May 1, 1947, Evelyn...

Tue, 26 May 2009 21:21:55 -0400

dominilucy:

runamuk:

laceandlilac:

“On May 1, 1947, Evelyn McHale leapt to her death from the observation deck of the Empire State Building. Photographer Robert Wiles took a photo of McHale a few minutes after her death. The photo ran a couple of weeks later in Life magazine accompanied by the following caption:

‘On May Day, just after leaving her fiancé, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale wrote a note. ‘He is much better off without me … I wouldn’t make a good wife for anybody,’ … Then she crossed it out. She went to the observation platform of the Empire State Building. Through the mist she gazed at the street, 86 floors below. Then she jumped. In her desperate determination she leaped clear of the setbacks and hit a United Nations limousine parked at the curb. Across the street photography student Robert Wiles heard an explosive crash. Just four minutes after Evelyn McHale’s death Wiles got this picture of death’s violence and its composure.’”

No matter how many times I see this I will reblog this picture!