Now, this is some solid not-quite-warm-enough-for-bare-legs styling from Heinui. —erica
everything about this clothing line is PERFECTION.
if you brought me here thinking you could dispose of me by pushing me off the mountain, i assure you -- i'll scream all the way down.
Ask me anything
May 21, 2013
May 20, 2013
WANT!!
May 20, 2013
May 17, 2013
Listen, just because your apartment doesn’t have a back patio doesn’t mean you can’t, c/o this scarf by Milleneufcentquatrevingtquatre. (Yes, seriously: That’s the name of the line—alert long-word-loving Mary Poppins.) —erica
I’m not a HUGE scarf wearer (or really ever), but holy smokes these are stunning (hint: go to the website).
May 14, 2013
"So the scandal—the real scandal—is that 501(c)(4) groups have been engaged in political activity in such a sustained and open way."
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Jeffrey Toobin on the real I.R.S. scandal: http://nyr.kr/19lLQLp (via newyorker)
“It’s important to review why the Tea Party groups were petitioning the I.R.S. anyway. They were seeking approval to operate under section 501(c)(4) of the Internal Revenue Code. This would require them to be “social welfare,” not political, operations. There are significant advantages to being a 501(c)(4). These groups don’t pay taxes; they don’t have to disclose their donors—unlike traditional political organizations, such as political-action committees. In return for the tax advantage and the secrecy, the 501(c)(4) organizations must refrain from traditional partisan political activity, like endorsing candidates.” Now THAT is a scandal.
May 14, 2013
Cy Twombly, Scenes from an Ideal Marriage, 1986
Acrylic and pencil on paper
(Source: likeafieldmouse, via bbook)
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013
Li’l Thinks - Friends by Kate Carraway
Illustration by Penelope Gazin
I pushed him into a snow bank on the way home from the bar. He was drunk and had to pee and went down, soft like a wool mitten, and then got up, and then I pushed him down again. I hadn’t—this should be “haven’t”—seen this dude in, like, three years, but that—the “pfooo” of a grown-up man falling slow and landing face down in the fresh snow, the 2 AM winter-empty side-street echo of us scream-laughing, hard—repeats, for me, as something like an advertisement, not for friendship exactly, but more specifically for the corny, syrupy-sweet juvenilia that is what I liked so much about how and who we were when we were together.
Friendship is a constantly self-renewing frontier of human relationships, a Wild West of emotional and temporal adventure times. Without the common and commonly necessary strictures that the lamer side of biology and collective culture and whoever else is set up to dictate sexual, romantic relationships, and without the near-eternal nature of literal families, friendship is expansive and truly wild. It’s the only type of relationship that can run steadily for months or years or ever-afters, without sliding down an emotional valley or being punctured by another person’s need or someone else’s betrayal. Of all the ways for two people to be together, and be in some kind of love, it’s the way that is most defined by genuine, wanted, cohesive closeness—the kind that can only be created by making a choice that isn’t required by law or money or blood or boners, and least of all by obligation. The stuff of great friendships applies to shy kindergarteners sharing a snack as much as it does to Carl Reiner and Mel Brooks watching movies together after dinner.
“…friendship is more revealing of our truest natures because it’s not about the “best self” that a boyfriend or girlfriend or husband or wife is supposed to invoke; it’s about the best, worst, weirdest, least guarded, careless, and most released.”
TRUTH. Love you, friends. And thank you for loving me through my best and ugliest of times.
(via katecarraway)
May 1, 2013
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This is what happens to me when I read scripts.
