Rescue Me.

(via ffffound)

Boston, You Are the Only.

Shweet typographic Boston poster made by Ork Posters.

At Least When I'm Drunk, That Is.

(via suzywire)

85.

No one can know what a life whittles down to in the end, but the long procession of days probably doesn’t boil down to a single moment. But what about as long as we can hold our breath? Or the ten minute walk from your street to mine? Or a stretch of hours lying in a field tasting the onion grass from each others’ skin? Or a single night beneath the junebugs swimming through the black summer sky and your apple breasts bobbing in the dark water? Or a perfect week or month or year? We cannot know what will hold the meaning in the end.

But my guess is that those handful of days with you are the pit inside of the fruit and flesh of my receding youth and all the years to come. And no matter who you become or where you go or what you do or who you are with, you are where I will make my home. I have a shovel and ax and I’ll build it with whatever I can find, be it ink or wood or air, and afterwards I’ll lie in our green yard and drink tall glasses of cold water and guess the season by the tastes on the wind. And in the end if your life boils down to those same moments—when we both felt stuffed with cotton picked from the same golden field  beneath a wide open sky—then you know where I will be

-JSM

Dear Christ I think I'm in love.

Cream of the Crop.

Ok so I know its about three months too late to be posting a "Best of '09" list, but hey, I never said I was punctual. I just came across this list by The Hype Machine of the top 50 musical acts of 2009 based on how many times their songs were posted. For the countdown, artists were brought in and created pieces inspired by each band. I picked out some highlights:

Click hurr to check out the rest of the list.

(via designworklife)

The Greatest.

I guess I'm in a sappy mood, but this trailer makes me so sad. 

I've also been listening to the song at the end on repeat. I'ts called where the road meets the sun by Matthew Perryman Jones

Tumblr

Sometimes, I think about starting a tumblr so I could be one of those cool girls who post cool pictures of people running through fields and beautiful twinkling lights and meadows in the morning. Sometimes I wish I could just tell the world what I was feeling through an anonymous rant (usually via a simple "fuck off" or "good morning, heartache"). Then I have another sip of sangria, and move on to thinking about another thing I wish I was doing.

Chat Roulette.

Chat Roulette is a phenomenon that has occurred since I've been abroad. When my sisters first told me about it, I thought they were plum crazy. I've only been able to try it for 5 seconds, given my extreme social awkwardness. Its a pretty big deal though (it was even on the daily show!) and I think this video does a great job summing it up:

(via science of sleep)

No.

Barcelona is not supposed to look like this.

Gafas del Sol

I've been wearing tortoise-shell wayfarer knockoffs since I was in high school, and I'm starting to think its time for a change. I hopped on over to etsy, and I'm thinking my next pair of sunglasses are going to be a vintage pair a la my childhood heroine, Winnie from the Wonder Years.

The Eternal City

I finally uploaded my pictures (all 300 of them) from my trip to Rome this weekend. These were a few of my favorites. While I love my camera (it has been through a lot with me), its creeping up on four years old now and just cant perform like cameras on the market today. Sigh.

I Love Take Away Shows

I think this is the stuff of life.

(thanks to my sister)

Fuck This Advisory Stickers

Beautiful and practical

(by third drawer down)