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I love this whole outfit!
Note to self; Go Shopping! :D

I love this whole outfit!

Note to self; Go Shopping! :D

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therunw4y:

Robert Cavalli design

Bling Bling!

therunw4y:

Robert Cavalli design

Bling Bling!

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typethatilike:

Milwaukee bus passes

“Found! A mini collection of weekly Milwaukee bus passes between the years of 1930–1979. I would love to know more about the keeper of these—certainly the owner held a steady job.

The transit system changed names over the course of 40 years as did the design; great shifts in color palettes and typographic sensibilities. We’ve got some great fluorescent inks that my scanner couldn’t capture…”

kindraishere.blogspot.co.uk

These are delish!

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Julien Pacaud

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Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself” - Jean Paul Sartre

Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself” - Jean Paul Sartre

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Enough now of the wet eyes of winter.

Not another single tear.

Hour by hour now, green is beginning,

The essential season, leaf by leaf,

Until, in spring’s name, we are summoned

To take part in its joy.



How wonderful, is eternal openness,

Clean air, the promise of flower,

The full moon leaving

Its calling card in the foliage,

Men and women trailing from the beach

With a wet basket

Of shining silver.



Like love, like a medal,

I welcome it,

I take it all in

From south, from north, from violins,

From dogs,

Lemons, clay,

From newly liberated air,

Machines smelling of mystery,

Storm-colored shopping,

Everything I need:

Orange blossoms, string,

Grapes like topazes,

The whiff of waves

I gather it up

Endlessly,

Effortlessly,

I breath.



I dry my skin in the wind,

And my opened heart.

The sky falls,

And falls.

From my glass,

I drink

Pure joy.

Enough now of the wet eyes of winter.

Not another single tear.

Hour by hour now, green is beginning,

The essential season, leaf by leaf,

Until, in spring’s name, we are summoned

To take part in its joy.

How wonderful, is eternal openness,

Clean air, the promise of flower,

The full moon leaving

Its calling card in the foliage,

Men and women trailing from the beach

With a wet basket

Of shining silver.

Like love, like a medal,

I welcome it,

I take it all in

From south, from north, from violins,

From dogs,

Lemons, clay,

From newly liberated air,

Machines smelling of mystery,

Storm-colored shopping,

Everything I need:

Orange blossoms, string,

Grapes like topazes,

The whiff of waves

I gather it up

Endlessly,

Effortlessly,

I breath.

I dry my skin in the wind,

And my opened heart.

The sky falls,

And falls.

From my glass,

I drink

Pure joy.

4260 Notes

nevver:

Super Punch

“You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him.”—Malcolm S. Forbes.

nevver:

Super Punch

“You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him.”—Malcolm S. Forbes.

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