— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via soulfire)
— (via barbieandken)
— Neil Gaiman, Coraline (via humingyay)
I couldn’t kill the monsters inside my head so I tried to set them free instead
— Anna Kamieńska (via larmoyante)
Guy Clinch - Prada, 2007
A very clever conceptual piece, this Prada store is never open but does display genuine Prada gear. It’s more on the way to Marfa on Rte. 90 South, not actually in Marfa, Texas.
remember that banned episode of pokémon where james used inflatable boobs to beat misty in a bikini body contest
“When my husband was dying, I said: ‘Moe, how am I supposed to live without you?’ He told me: ‘Take the love you have for me and spread it around.’”
I’ve avoided writing a story on the Washington Square chess hustlers because they are almost too obvious. Many of them are homeless, or borderline homeless. But they are the smartest homeless people in the world. A lot of them are drug addicts. They are all eccentric. When you walk by the chessboards, they call out to you, trying to convince you to “take a shot.” The starting wager is $2 a game. I’ve never played. But I imagine, like all hustlers, they let you win the $2 game. They probably even let you win the next $2 game. Then, reluctantly, they allow you to raise the wager to $20. That’s when they beat you in 90 seconds.
shit. this is excellent.