February 2012
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December 2011
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live by the sun, love by by the moon ☽☼☾: “It... →
light-essence:
“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being…
November 2011
2 posts
How Whole Foods "Primes" You To Shop →
youmightfindyourself:
By: Martin Lindstrom Fast Company, Sept 15, 2011
Derren Brown, a British illusionist famous for his mind-reading act, set out to prove just how susceptible we are to the many thousands of signals we’re exposed to each day. He approached two creatives from the advertising agency Saatchi & Saatchi for the “test.” On their journey to his office, Brown arranged for...
October 2011
7 posts
“I like large parties, they’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any...”
– The Great Gatsby
That Kind Of Woman: “What’s your favorite part of... →
thatkindofwoman:
“What’s your favorite part of my body?” It was an October night when they lay in bed. She’d just changed the sheets from the lighter, high thread count to a flannel. The flannel one’s he had brought the day they moved in. “Flannel?” she had laughed “you only have flannel sheets for all year…
“If a man has an apartment stacked to the ceiling with newspapers we call him...”
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September 2011
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August 2011
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July 2011
5 posts
these girls, those things →
June 2011
21 posts
Sea Circus Bali →
Drooling over this in the office today.. Need me some breakfast with the distant sound of waves crashing on the shore
seacircus:
after a big weekend this is exactly what the doctor ordered…
hangover happy meals. available in two options.
‘detox’
poached eggs on toast, pink fruit salad, herbal tea, fresh coconut water, wheatgrass shot, slice of orange, hangover happy game and the latest...
“There’s nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the...”
– Charles Bukowski
