(via youveescaped, fuckyeahmichelgondry)
(via youveescaped, fuckyeahmichelgondry)
I never look this direction in the morning. #nofilter (Taken with instagram)
I’m listening to The National and laying on my floor because my bed is covered in clothes that are not yet folded. I am feeling like a laundry pile of a human being.
Haphazard and amorphous. It’s a sand pit of a feeling. Hard to get out.
I saw a movie that was too dark. I have things on my mind that make my brain twitchy and anxious that I don’t want to think about right now, but I can’t shake’em. I hate that my head works this way.
gpoy.
Abstracts Of A Ceiling, Union Terminal, Cincinnati, OH, 2012
Art Deco on a Foggy Houston Evening by AlphaTangoBravo / Adam Baker on Flickr.
(Source: openmindedphotography)
art deco movie poster by: rodolforever
(Source: soysolouna)
I usually LOL at Parks and Rec, but this was the funniest thing I’ve seen on the show all season.
(Source: johneatscanvas)
This week has left me cynical and critical of individuals whose work I greatly respect and admire. It hurts to see these falls from grace. How can such rotten people be disguised as brilliant, inspiring role models? I guess it was my mistake to put anyone on a pedestal.
I can only approach this as a learning experience. This is one way that I will NOT conduct myself with my colleagues and students.
Madly In Bed