(Source: inlovewithlovez, via peachhhsnapple)
(Source: inlovewithlovez, via peachhhsnapple)
(Source: bodymodificationarts, via peachhhsnapple)
(Source: funqhoul, via beardsbluntsbroncos)
(Source: nemome, via beardsbluntsbroncos)
RIP Maurice Sendak
(img via somethingelsa)
NO WAY!
RIP: Maurice Sendak, at 83: Maurice Sendak, the beloved author and illustrator of Where The Wild Things Are, has died after complications from a recent stroke. He was 83.
Sendak won nearly every major book award, including the Caldecott Medal,considered the Pulitzer Prize of children’s book illustration. He had lived with his partner, Eugene Glynn, for 50 years before Glynn’s death in 2007.
Watch an excerpt from the documentary Tell Them Anything You Want: A Portrait of Maurice Sendak here.
[nyt]
Fuck off.
I am sick of this joke. How about I have to say something otherwise you’ll stick your greasy disgusting meat under my nose and ask me if I want a bit. If we make arrangements to go somewhere 9 times out of 10 you’ll pick somewhere I can’t eat at. Or how the fuck about we turn this around and ask how do you know if someone is a meat eater? Because they’re fucking everywhere.
If I spun this around to my meat eating friends, every single day I could use a similar joke. How many times have I made food for people only to hear, ‘Would be great if it had some chicken in it’. Everyday I am reminded of your unethical non-vegan diet, how about I make fun little jokes and post them on your facebook? But oh no, that’s just me being pretentious - it’s only funny when it’s something going against society’s norms. Hoofuckingray.
(Source: kaytq, via nomvegannom)
(Source: locatiarchitects.com, via beardsbluntsbroncos)
(Source: dreamershouse, via beardsbluntsbroncos)