Lusting for San Fran.

Ianception tumblr.

'a spaceship in a world of cars'

Saturdays NYC: Jake Davis

Rio de Janeiro. Claudia Jaguaribe (El Pais, may 2nd, 2012)

I need a day, or month like this.

NY. Spring

be afraid

I'm thirsty.
Thirsty for substance.
Not in the sense of being dehydrated.
Not literal substance.
I'm thirsty for memories.
for experiences.
for good conversation.
for travel. for ideas. for laughter.
for people and things WITH substance.
enough of this lackluster nonesense.
MY HEART AND MY SOUL ARE JUST SO DAMN THIRSTY

“Anger is like flowing water; there's nothing wrong with it as long as you let it flow. Hate is like stagnant water; anger that you denied yourself the freedom to feel, the freedom to flow; water that you gathered in one place and left to forget. Stagnant water becomes dirty, stinky, disease-ridden, poisonous, deadly; that is your hate. On flowing water travels little paper boats; paper boats of forgiveness. Allow yourself to feel anger, allow your waters to flow, along with all the paper boats of forgiveness. Be human.”

-C. JoyBell C.

"The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.”
-E. Hemingway

“Last night I lost the world, and gained the universe.” 

-C. JoyBell C.

"The desire to create is one of the deepest yearnings of the human soul."
-Uchtdorf

"Love is both the culmination of happiness and a reminder that there is more to life than happiness."

Happinmess, Beyond the Data

By: Gary Gutting

NYT opinion. HERE.

 

"Ambition is dying, it's the real reason the economy has gone to shit."
 -A wise soul

the beauty of aging is the comfort you begin to feel in your own skin. 
the way you begin to dismantle and appreciate the things that you simply once took for granted. 
the way you let your eyes talk to others, without using your words. 
the way you walk down the street in your hottest heels, while you listen to the echo they leave against the sidewalk, listening to your ipod and adjusting your hair as it flows in the crisp spring wind. 
the way you lay in bed at night and think: I am blossoming into something really, really great. 
mostly. 
the way you find comfort and satisfaction spending time with yourself. 
having a love affair with yourself. 
everyone needs this moment. 
I have never felt more comfortable in my own skin. 
 

How Memoirists Mold the Truth

By Andre Aciman on the New York Times.

Read HERE.

 

Words radiate something that is more luminous, more credible and more durable than real facts, because under their stewardship, it is not truth we’re after; what we want instead is something that was always there but that we weren’t seeing and are only now, with the genius of retrospection, finally seeing as it should have occurred and might as well have occurred and, better yet, is still likely to occur. In writing, the difference between the no more and the not yet is totally negligible.

 

We can have many pasts, just as we can have several identities at the same time, or be in two places in our mind without actually being in either. For every life we live, there are at least eight others we’ve gotten close to but may never know. Maybe there is no true life or false life, no remembered or imagined itinerary, no projected or revisited moments, no worthy or wasted days, just as there is no such thing as mask or face, truth or lie, right or wrong answers. Can something be and not be at the same time?

 

There is no answer. The only possible out is the one my mother taught me: that there is a pleasure, something so unspeakably thrilling, in uncovering the other version of our life, that, given a few days, a few weeks, a few years, this version will be the only one worth writing and, therefore, worth remembering.

 

“She has a serene, glowing disposition. She looks at you and the rest of the world through the eyes of a lynx and is always mysterious, possibly because she always harbours those hidden laughs just beneath her lips. She’s always ready to laugh.”             C. JoyBell C.

miss this. miss you. miss dc.

A$AP //// He's got a connoisseur's eye and a curator's soul

ASHION WAS A NATURAL THING TO ME.

IT WAS JUST ONE OF THOSE THINGS THAT

 HELPED ME BE AN INDIVIDUAL.

—A$AP ROCKY

 

 

A$AP Rocky

By Alexander Wang

Photography Craig Mcdean

READ IT HERE.

 

 

"For me, growing up in Harlem and then migrating down to SoHo and the Lower East Side and chillin' down there and making that my stomping ground . . . That was a big thing, because I'm from Harlem, and downtown is more artsy and also more open-minded. So I got the best of both worlds. It was like being on the streets and then being in school at the same time, and I tried to keep my hands in everything just so I wasn't missing out on any fun. I just always wanted to be knowledgeable of my whereabouts, my surroundings, and what was going on with our generation. So now that I'm here and I've got a microphone in my hand and about 6,000 people watching me, I need to tell them how I feel"

 

 

"Finally young people are ambivalent about adulthood. As Arnett argues, they want the security and stability adulthood brings, but they don't want to settle into a daily grind. They don't want to limit their spontaneity or put limits on their dreams." DB.

You.

Are.

The only exception.

now playing.

Your sparkling eyes shed a healing light on those you meet.

Drown yourself in a sea of knowledge and existence...