[NYC 1959] a drunken Jack Kerouac heckles Frank...
loopunrolling: Kerouac: You’re ruining American poetry, O’Hara! O’Hara: That’s more than you ever did for it!
In their sickest move yet, Ghetto Hikes' owners... →
anglophonic-blog: [Please pardon my typing errors…I am so furious I can barely write.] About a week ago I created a parody of Ghetto Hikes known as “Ghetto Hike.” It is part of a long, exhausting effort by me (because I apparently enjoy being verbally abused) to neutralize the damage that Jonathan Standefer, Cody G. and Ghetto Hikes are doing to innocent children. My blog was initially called...
WRITTEN IN A CAREFREE MOOD Old man pushing seventy, In truth he acts like a little boy, Whooping with delight when he spies some mountain fruits, Laughing with joy, tagging after village mummers; With the others having fun stacking tiles to make a pagoda, Standing alone staring at his image in the jardinière pool. Tucked under his arm, a battered book to read, Just like the time he first...
Organization, she says, is not just about a cluttered desk. It’s about...– Life’s Messy. Train Your Brain to Adapt. | Think Tank | Big Think (via misterjt)
wileyguillot: i got into college!! I didn’t doubt that you would.
Hello, is it me you're looking for?: Addiction and... →
kimyadawson: I am not going to assume how Whitney died. Maybe it was drugs. Maybe it was illness. Maybe it was sadness. Maybe her heart failed her. Maybe it was a combination of things. Regardless of HOW she died the fact is she died AND she was an addict. When addicts die the shit talk becomes thick and…