1. The wall is finally starting to make sense. #phew

    The wall is finally starting to make sense. #phew

  2. theprofoundprogrammer:

[text: “we learned a valuable lesson today”, photograph of a burning car melting to the pavement in a parking lot full of other cars that don’t care]

    theprofoundprogrammer:

    [text: “we learned a valuable lesson today”, photograph of a burning car melting to the pavement in a parking lot full of other cars that don’t care]

  3. This is going to be me this weekend

    This is going to be me this weekend

  4. d3ssins:

untitled by monsters and ghosts on Flickr.
  5. flavorpill:

Gorgeous photos of people reading 

awesome!
  6. Judy, you are awesome.
judyxberman:

VICE WRITERS  Music Reviews Rating: X(((((((
Ladies, imagine being a Vice writer. Just walking around everywhere with your entitlement and ennui and midlength penis all gently bouncing in step; wearing a male tank top or a waxed mustache or some shit. Imagine having an ironic, retro-sexist dudebro-voice and getting together with a couple of other white guys and some cocaine and making your not-at-all-different voices all sync up as tautly as your nihilistic senses of humor, then snuggling all up together (no homo!) in a big Bushwick loft of partially employed trust-fund kids while something noninformative is happening on the Internet. What a life. I guess there’s the whole “everyone in the world thinks I’m an asshole” thing to deal with, too, but let’s not split hairs here: Vice writers got it pretty fucking made.

    Judy, you are awesome.

    judyxberman:

    VICE WRITERS
    Music Reviews
    Rating: X(((((((


    Ladies, imagine being a Vice writer. Just walking around everywhere with your entitlement and ennui and midlength penis all gently bouncing in step; wearing a male tank top or a waxed mustache or some shit. Imagine having an ironic, retro-sexist dudebro-voice and getting together with a couple of other white guys and some cocaine and making your not-at-all-different voices all sync up as tautly as your nihilistic senses of humor, then snuggling all up together (no homo!) in a big Bushwick loft of partially employed trust-fund kids while something noninformative is happening on the Internet. What a life. I guess there’s the whole “everyone in the world thinks I’m an asshole” thing to deal with, too, but let’s not split hairs here: Vice writers got it pretty fucking made.

  7. 3 weeks in NYC: by the numbers

    Subway rats seen: 2

    Commutes past the new World Trade Center: 24

    Amazing roommates I’ve lived with: 2

    Socks lost: 1

    Brooklyn Lagers had: 6

    New friends made: 12

    Stairs climbed on the subway: 4,367 (estimated)

    Weight lost by stair-climbing: 8 lbs

    Pad thais had: 3

    Taxis taken: 4

    Rooftop patios hung out on: 2

    Trips to Brooklyn: 2

    NYPD police officers that have said hi to me: 3

    Amazing times had: 3 weeks

    Times I’ve teared up missing Toronto: 3