fuckyeah-nerdery:

cranzerries:

cranzerries:

I dream to someday run a companies twitter

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Can we just talk about Smart Car doing math on how much bird shit it would take to damage their cars?



wreckers:

time to drown myself in music to forget about my feelings





Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit, all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them. —

Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices (via fleurlungs)

This is genius

(via lewisandhisblog)



fawun:

what the fuck is this kid on



People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances with our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive. —Joseph Campbell (via theonlymagicleftisart)


Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you. —Tyrion Lannister  (via laurenraelle)


chain-of-flores:

Lima-2009





courtneylovedcobain:

do you ever mishear lyrics and when you learn what they’re really saying you’re like wow my version is 900% better