poorhornycat:

indefenseofart:

I’ve posted earlier about Art inspired desserts at the Blue Bottle Coffee Bar at SF MOMA. But now the full cookbook by Caitlin Freeman is out, featuring a series of modern art inspired deliciousness!! 

Be still my heart.

architectureland:

Echolilia: A Father’s Photographic Conversation with His Autistic Son. Timothy Archibald uses his camera to find an emotional bridge to his son Photographs and text from the book Echolilia: Sometimes I Wonder

 My eldest son was born in 2001. He was always a kid who went to the beat of his own drummer. When he was 5, we began making photographs collaboratively as a way to find some common ground and attempt to understand each other. Soon after we began the project, Elijah was diagnosed on the autistic spectrum. Though the diagnosis gave me the words and history to understand my son better, it didn’t take away the mystery and the need to try to find an emotional bridge to him.”Echolilia” is an alternate spelling of a more common term, “echolalia,” used in the autistic community to refer to the habit of verbal repetition and copying that is commonly found in autistic kids’ behavior. I liked the idea of it: photography is a form of copying. Kids are a form of repetition. And looking at my kid with photography allowed me to see myself a new

mind-tardis:

taintedtreasure:

BASICALLY TUMBLR.

Now that’s a class that we all could easily pass with flying colors

"Isolation is a way to know ourselves."

shesthekingofnewyork:

makaracinnamon:

madturbating:

this picture makes no sense but im not questioning it

I’m trying to come up with an explanation for this

so far I have made no progress

lohanthony:

this makes me cry

Franz Kafka interviewing Gregor Samsa and Friend, 1915.

thisishangingrockcomics:

i was feeling nostalgic for 7th grade and scene days and listening to pop punk bands whose tee shirts i could buy at hot topic (and secretly listening to hannah montana sometimes even though i’d never openly admit it)

listen, download

involvingmeinvolvingyou:

If you wanna be my lover

You’ve gotta throw huge parties to get my attention and get your neighbor to invite me over for tea then let me run over my husband’s mistress in your car 

piercethesleepingcarlile:

chxshire:

i’m that friend that has to walk behind the others when the sidewalk doesn’t fit a group of three

I think about this post a lot

whiskey-memories:

bras are so expensive like i didn’t choose the boob life the boob life chose me

queer-punk:

wow i’m really hungry i could go for a piece of rough sex

isn’t it weird that you can have friends but also have no friends at the same time