July 22, 2014

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July 19, 2014
One last sunset with the Aquapod in Zingst

One last sunset with the Aquapod in Zingst

July 18, 2014
Zingst

Zingst

July 13, 2014
Hör auf zu denken, du bist die Antwort (Stop thinking, you are the answer) Rathaus Neukölln

Hör auf zu denken, du bist die Antwort (Stop thinking, you are the answer) Rathaus Neukölln

July 12, 2014
Martin Gropius Bau, Ai Wei Wei and David Bowie exhibits in the same building

Martin Gropius Bau, Ai Wei Wei and David Bowie exhibits in the same building

July 11, 2014
"Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be."

— Shel Silverstein (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

July 11, 2014
"

It’s a hell of a thing to know
that once you have to move,
you can never come back again.
That this is the last place you will ever live,
in San Francisco,
the City
that you love and that you’ve given so much to.

Having already chosen a life of semi-austerity
where you skip many modern comforts
like washing machines,
and dishwashers,
in exchange for the low rumble of Mission Street mornings.

To live like you’re in a perpetual state of being a college student,
in the sense that,
you reside amongst mini generations of other people’s stuff.
Mixed matched spoons and cutlery;
a revolving door of roommates and their things.

Often times no one knows or remembers
where these droplets of ephemera even came from,
but now they are part of the house
and essentially part of your life,
because you can never leave.

Living in San Francisco,
and having rent control,
has become a sort of golden handcuff.
If you ever need to move,
or get evicted,
you have to essentially trade in your San Francisco citizenship.

The Visigoths are at the gates
and will gladly take your place,
thinking that they’ve moved into something special,
without realizing,
they are pushing out the specialness like spin art.

You are the drops of paint that make the color,
but the faster things spin,
all that’s left,
are the streaks showing where you used to be.

"

Broke-Ass Stuart, Rent Control in San Francisco is a Golden Handcuff’

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July 11, 2014
powells:

Happy Thursday! http://powells.us/1rYpqO4

powells:

Happy Thursday! http://powells.us/1rYpqO4

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July 10, 2014
Guy: What do girls do at sleepovers?
Me: Pass the Bechdel test.
July 9, 2014

batmansymbol:

batmansymbol:

if it’s late enough and you’re lonely enough, the carly rae jepsen lyric “before you came into my life i missed you so bad” starts seeming increasingly deep and emotionally complex

3:02 AM and this fucking lyric looks like fucking nietzsche

stare into the abyss and the abyss will call you maybe

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