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Dear Elvis Costello, apologies for stealing your glasses....

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:01:27 -0700

Dear Elvis Costello, apologies for stealing your glasses. It’s just that I look so damn much better in them. Sincerely, Becks.

officialiwrotethisforyou: http://www.amazon.com/I-Wrote-This-For...

Thu, 23 May 2013 10:29:34 -0700

officialiwrotethisforyou:

http://www.amazon.com/I-Wrote-This-For-You/dp/1926760689/ref=pd_sim_b_1

"The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 08:01:06 -0700

““The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.””

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Maison Kitsune Slim-Fit Cotton Oxford Shirt The brilliance...

Wed, 22 May 2013 20:00:45 -0700

Maison Kitsune Slim-Fit Cotton Oxford Shirt

The brilliance of the Maison Kitsune duo lay in their ability to take standard menswear fare, like a button-down oxford shirt, and deliver the very best version of it. This interpretation keeps the original oxford’s preppy heritage in place but amps things up with a pale yellow hue that elevates any tie and jacket you put it with, especially gray.

$315, available at Mr Porter.com

"You teach me now how cruel you’ve been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 16:01:08 -0700

““You teach me now how cruel you’ve been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you - they’ll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?””

- ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

The Restaurant An offal spot minus the meatheads. “I was a...

Wed, 22 May 2013 12:01:24 -0700

The Restaurant
An offal spot minus the meatheads. “I was a DJ in Japan while I was going to culinary school,” Inoue says. “For me, cooking and music have the same purpose—to make people happy.”

The Suit
You might not be redecorating a corner office yet, but that doesn’t mean you can’t dress for the salary you want, in brassy pinstripes with power peak lapels.

Suit, $395 by Tallia Orange. Shirt by J.Crew Ludlow. Tie by 1901. Tie bar by The Tie Bar. Pocket square by Brunello Cucinelli.

"Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope."

Wed, 22 May 2013 08:00:54 -0700

““Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.””

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!” ― F. Scott...

Tue, 21 May 2013 20:01:00 -0700

“Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

"I am nothing. I’ll never be anything. I couldn’t want to be something. Apart from that,..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 16:01:20 -0700

““I am nothing.
I’ll never be anything.
I couldn’t want to be something.
Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.””

- Fernando Pessoa

The Restaurants Cheerful meatballs-for-the-masses hangouts in...

Tue, 21 May 2013 12:01:34 -0700

The Restaurants
Cheerful meatballs-for-the-masses hangouts in Manhattan and Brooklyn. “A lot of people in this industry take themselves a little too seriously,” Chernow says. “We fucking roll meatballs and we smile.”

The Suit
Welcome to the era of the cheap suit, where Grade A stuff is available at half the price you’re used to paying. Sometimes even a third, as with the handsome Italian job you see here.

Suit, $296 by A|X Armani Exchange. Shirt by Todd Snyder. Tie by Alexander Olch. Tie bar and Pocket square by The Tie Bar. Watch by IWC. Sneakers by Adidas Originals.

"I hope she’ll be a fool — that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 08:01:09 -0700

““I hope she’ll be a fool — that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.””

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

"Whenever you feel like criticizing any one…just remember that all the people in this world haven’t..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:44:14 -0700

“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one…just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had””

- Nick Carraway, The Great Gatsby (via downthewaterfalls)

"I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours."

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:24:22 -0700

“I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.”

- Rudy Francisco (via wolf-cub)

“And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties...

Mon, 20 May 2013 20:00:41 -0700

“And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

"He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."

Mon, 20 May 2013 16:01:09 -0700

““He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.””

- Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

"I hate the feeling as if the whole world is gonna leave me."

Mon, 20 May 2013 11:56:13 -0700

“I hate the feeling as if the whole world is gonna leave me.”

- Ailee – Evening Sky (via nekoui)

tylerknott: Typewriter Series #412 by Tyler Knott Gregson Text...

Mon, 20 May 2013 08:01:19 -0700

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #412 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

What if I was more and by more I mean more in all ways for all
things and by I, I mean this shell of a man’s skin and bones
that’s packed full with memories and dreams, heartbeats,
wishes and words? So many words and by words I mean all of the
whispers and longings and letters tied to letters hooked to
sentences that anchor themselves to my tongue and threaten
to leap the moment I open my mouth but find themselves lost in
the darkness when I close it again, and by again I mean always
and so the words must absorb themselves back into my tongue
and follow the dirt roads of my veins and climb the long
ladder of my spine back to my mind to rest awhile. Rest until
they can come out of my fingertips and say all I could not
when my mouth slammed shut and was silenced by my shaking and
by shaking I mean the trembling that comes without warning
and starts in my chest and pulls tight my arms across my body and
curls my fingers upon themselves and pulls the curtains down
over my eyes and by eyes I mean the little green planets living
on my face that might just be more than 70% water and seem to
be fond of sharing that water with my cheeks and lips the
collars of my shirts and the tiny part of my throat that feels
hollow.
And by hollow I mean not empty but filled with nothing because
you and I both know that nothing is absolutely something
especially with it’s the silent shared string that ties two
lives together and by together I mean intertwined and wrapped
around each other like a rope, where when you hold it you
forget it’s made of tiny threads and you think of it as one,
just one.
What if I was more for you, what if by more I meant everything
and by everything I mean the things you’ve dreamed of and by
dreams I mean the things that live so deep inside your hope
that not even the waking parts of you that control where your
feet carry you or how your hands fidget when they carry nerves
instead of calm underneath the lines on your palm see and by palm
I mean the place my hand will fit or the surface you will use
if ever I need to be slapped or the source of the force of the
push you’ll give when it’s a push forward I need and by need,
my goodness by need I mean the absolute and certified requirement, the
unwavering and nonnegotiable and no ifs ands or buts about it
place you must occupy in my life no matter what the tides drag
in or what the sea pulls back out and no matter how much water
my little green planets of eyes spill or how tightly my arms
squeeze and fingers curl and trembling crawls across the
surface of my skin. No matter how fidgety your hands get or
lost your breath may be because I might not have the maps and I
might have lost the compass but we’re never going to stop
traveling and we’ll be lost and stay lost and live lost as
long as it’s together we’ll be.
What if I was more, and by more, I mean enough?

When?

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:00:53 -0700

We always talk about finding ourselves but at what age did we lose ourselves? At what age did we forget how to be alone? How old were we when we learned that the way we look is most important? When did we start using other people to make us happy? When did we learn “How are you?” followed by the automatic response “fine, how are you?” When did we start to question if we are good or bad people? When did loving ourselves stop being enough? At what age did we lose ourselves? At what age did we forget to question things? At what age did our moral compass leave us lost and confused? When did we forget? When did our ego start come first? When did we start believing we had to be prettier, happier, stronger, better than everybody else? When did we stop trusting the advice from our conscience?

As adults we always say we want to be kids again not because we want to play forever; we want to be a kid again because it was easier. It was easier to look in the mirror and not need validation.

Life is like wrestling an octopus. Every moment matters.

Taking Back Sunday “Everything Must Go On”

Sun, 19 May 2013 16:01:19 -0700

Taking Back Sunday “Everything Must Go On”

Sunsets & Car Crashes the spill canvas

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:01:37 -0700

Sunsets & Car Crashes

the spill canvas