| Clark: | Not true. I'm sure I have some things where you will say "what the hell are you wearing" |
| Morgan: | Only when you wear cargo pants! haha |
| Clark: | Why is that so bad? You have multiple pockets for everything imaginable |
| Morgan: | Exactly... the moment I find that you have stashed away food in your many compartments, is the moment the idea of cargo pants become desexatised. <--made up word. |
| Clark: | I'm still going to wear them in spite of that. |
| Morgan: | Just what I've always wanted, a spiteful cargo pants wearing boyfriend. |
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…snow, cream, marble, cherries, alabaster, golden wire? None of these. She was like a fox, or an olive tree; like the waves of the sea when you look down upon them from a height…
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Alfred Gescheidt from Henri Dauman. Pictures cat on Manhattan. 1964
(Source: monculcestdupoulet, via reblololo)
“A person of good intelligence and of sensitivity cannot exist in this society very long without having some anger about the inequality ― and it’s not just a bleeding-heart, knee-jerk, liberal kind of a thing ― it is just a normal human reaction to a nonsensical set of values where we have cinnamon flavored dental floss and there are people sleeping in the street.”
— George Carlin (via scissortits)
(Source: starsinhereyes, via historysays)
My grandpa showed me a tour of the land he grew up on. It had been in his family for several generations. Once a huge 80 acre farm with natural springs, molasses cane mill, stone mill for making feed and flour, gold mine shafts, peach orchards, pear and apple trees too… is now a bunch of houses and trailer parks, under kept and spoiled. It’s a shame too, the way of life he described is exactly what I envision. A simple, sweet, self sustainable farm life. Only about 4 or so acres still remain in the family today.
He told me he would ride the horse and buggy out to the crops and fetch water from the natural springs. Every kid road bicycles down the road to friends farms and played in the woods, made mud pies and crafts. My great grandmother seemed to be quite the gardener. She grafted roses and tended the orchard. She was known for her green thumb and hesitation to let people see her in her garden shoes. The story goes, she would hide her feet when company came… “I’m in my garden shoes, look away”. My grandpa thinks I’m a lot like her. I think there are times when nostalgia can really override your day and today proved to be one of those instances. I saw it all vividly and hearing stories like that can never be granted… if you don’t ask. I could have asked questions all day. So, with the spirit of a simpler time… here is a simple song.
The Carter Family - Are You Tired Of Me My Darling
In white please. I can’t wait for it’s release! Forget fixies; 26” is where it’s at.
I’m really eager to be back in my element. I’ve felt a little detached from myself lately.
