1. Let’s Make Fun Of: Anthropologie Furniture


    I love to hate Anthropologie furniture. In particular, the way they stage it for their website. There’s this gross fantasy they’ve created of an art student who can afford to spend thousands of dollars on a paint-splattered flea market find. It’s like all their customers are aspiring to be Charlotte in Tiny Furniture (a loft-dwelling trust fund dilettante).

    They’ve gone off the deep end with the juxtaposition. You know those fashion editorials every fall where models lasagned in Prada swing around street signs in Red Hook? It’s like that, but on acid. The settings are more deteriorated and the designs are more design-y. It’s like shopping from deep within Fuck Your Noguchi Coffee Table.

    If you choose to purchase a piece of Anthropologie furniture, it will only really look right in one of three settings:


    1. An alternative gallery space six weeks from opening


    2. An urban cabin with faulty electrical wiring


    3. A crumbling Southern plantation (soon to be deemed “the new loft” by the NYTimes)

    Let’s take a stroll through the Anthropologie furniture section together. What’s for sale today?

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    A momma hippo “booping” a baby

  7. My Okie brother (in the red scarf) is now engaged to his soon-to-be-husband twin Jack (the Irish lad in the grey scarf)

    (Source: boyfriendtwin)

  8. tgreywolfe1:

    I don’t think he was a genius. Einstein was a genius; Buster Keaton was astonishing. I’ve never seen any human being able to perform as brilliantly and gracefully with such unusually gifted timing. There was only one Keaton. His eyes shone with a certain intensity, fire and love. His face had little expression, but his eyes were always dynamically alive. His eyes spoke more than any script could speak.

    - - Mel Brooks about Buster Keaton

    (gif source: Maudit)


  10. When my boyfriend tries to bring up things I did wrong in the past