I think I’m going to write an academic paper on Steve Brule’s systematic mutilation of the English language and submit it to a linguistics journal if it’s any good.

Don’t steal this idea.

© 2013 me.

On TLC, I just saw the best tattoo I’ve ever seen.

It’s on this woman’s breast/chest, and it’s a pocket that says “I love Nashville” on it (but “love” is a heart) and there’s an anthropomorphic hotdog in the pocket, wearing an Indian headdress, playing guitar.

(Source: dubfairy, via psychedelicpaisleyprincess)

Delaney Allen

semioticapocalypse:

Ernst Bloch. Lady with Mushrooms, 1912

(via lovingshiva)

I am back upstate. I spent a long time chipping dead branches in the woods, making not a dent in the process. Obviously, I know what I’ll be doing for much of this summer.

savage-america:

A baby gorilla and a chimpanzee examining leaves.

dandelionseeds:

Last night I took a bunch of photos for my handsome friends as part of the promotion of their new EP Between Nowhere and the Trees.

Look how cute they are.

(Source: pjmix, via ormountedonstrangebeasts)

savage-america:

dieyounglivefast:

dollyhardon:

What is it like to live in a state where there are no waffle houses? Constant misery?

Yes.

The deep red represents ketchup on a double hashbrowns scattered smothered and covered. Also the blood of our Lord Jesus Christ who died so that we might have waffles 24/7.

I once drove 3 hours from Brooklyn to Pennsylvania just to go to Waffle House (the nearest one)

Looking forward to doing it again

Dude, I wish New York would get its act together and get a Waffle House (and a Jack-in-the-Box).

(Source: lifeaquatic)

kisskissbanggbangg:

Stalked Scarlet Cup (Microstoma Protractum)

(via wandering-forest-spirit)

charmingshitt:

Davey Crokett - “Between Nowhere and the Trees” review

Here’s what I think..

This girl did an awesome review of my band’s EP. You all should check out her review and blog. Not to mention the EP itself.

Went to Fort Lee, NJ, with my family and Rebecca yesterday. Saw a bunch of ostentatious houses that we later learned cost over 30,000,000 dollars (not pictured) and I was reassured once again of my belief in wealth redistribution.

theroamer:

Diego Narango, Santa Clara Pueblo, c. 1898.