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Liu Bolin paints himself into his surroundings. He’s Chinese. That’s all I know about him, but isn’t that enough? (via)

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Liu Bolin paints himself into his surroundings. He’s Chinese. That’s all I know about him, but isn’t that enough? (via)
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Christina Hendricks - Marie Claire by Perry Hagopian, November 2009

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Christina Hendricks - Marie Claire by Perry Hagopian, November 2009
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Christina Hendricks - Marie Claire by Perry Hagopian, November 2009

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Christina Hendricks - Marie Claire by Perry Hagopian, November 2009
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We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

-Chuck Klosterman (via unbeingdead)

This paragraph is exactly why Chuck Klosterman is my favorite writer of this generation.  Automatic reblog for a definitive truth and a warm feeling that some writer I don’t even know feels the same way about something as I do.  And that probably everyone else does, too.

(via cwphoto)

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I’ve been called a fool often in my life.  It’s been my life’s prerequisite to be lazy, and to not put any effort in the things I loved.  These accusations have been mostly accurate, and I think realizing that is the honest shift between childhood and adulthood that most cannot define.  Somewhere between then and now, I changed.  We all have.I know what I love, what I am in love with, and what I love doing.  This entire life, I have let people stand in the way of that, for fear of actually being foolish and that fact being indisputable.  But you know what?  We’re all fools.  If nobody makes potentially foolish decisions, then how do you ever grow?  That’s why I never did for so long.  I sat stagnant in the waters and watched everybody else pursue their lives, even if it meant damaging mine.Fuck that.  Fuck that.  Fuck that.If I want something, I am going to get it.  Fuck that emotionally pacifistic bullshit.  If you wait for other people to make decisions for you, you’re never going to move.  I have a lot of proving to do in my life.  Proof that love crushes hate, that it crushes indifference and that it crushes consequence.  I am going to put my belief in love instead of self-pity.  I’m tired of being miserable.  I’m tired of seeing everybody else miserable.
Be foolish.

fuckyeacodyweber.

cwphoto:

I’ve been called a fool often in my life.  It’s been my life’s prerequisite to be lazy, and to not put any effort in the things I loved.  These accusations have been mostly accurate, and I think realizing that is the honest shift between childhood and adulthood that most cannot define.  Somewhere between then and now, I changed.  We all have.
I know what I love, what I am in love with, and what I love doing.  This entire life, I have let people stand in the way of that, for fear of actually being foolish and that fact being indisputable.  But you know what?  We’re all fools.  If nobody makes potentially foolish decisions, then how do you ever grow? 
That’s why I never did for so long.  I sat stagnant in the waters and watched everybody else pursue their lives, even if it meant damaging mine.
Fuck that.  Fuck that.  Fuck that.
If I want something, I am going to get it.  Fuck that emotionally pacifistic bullshit.  If you wait for other people to make decisions for you, you’re never going to move. 

I have a lot of proving to do in my life.  Proof that love crushes hate, that it crushes indifference and that it crushes consequence.  I am going to put my belief in love instead of self-pity.  I’m tired of being miserable.  I’m tired of seeing everybody else miserable.

Be foolish.

fuckyeacodyweber.

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occasionally, Beethoven (“or Bach, or Mozart, or one of those other dudes..”) stops in to say hello on my iTunes shuffle. i remember playing this song for piano lessons when i was little. i think one of my main motivations in wanting to settle down is so i can get a piano again.

Moonlight Sonata
Beethoven

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DYRDEK COLLECTION: LAUNCH VIDEO

i am stuuupid jealous of all the fun stuff he does.

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Helena Bonham Carter by Lorenzo Agius

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Helena Bonham Carter by Lorenzo Agius
permalink Fathers’ Day ‘08, I got my dad a stupid little point-n-shoot because he had mentioned he was interested in one.
Now, he has two of them (through a series of incidents with breaking the first one, and then the one he bought while it was getting the first repaired). I’ve decided tonight I’m going to make him his own Flickr, because he takes sweet pictures by accident, and apparently runs into a lot of really weird things in his travels. He is probably taking pictures more than I am right now.
So yea. I’ll get back to you when that happens.

Fathers’ Day ‘08, I got my dad a stupid little point-n-shoot because he had mentioned he was interested in one.

Now, he has two of them (through a series of incidents with breaking the first one, and then the one he bought while it was getting the first repaired). I’ve decided tonight I’m going to make him his own Flickr, because he takes sweet pictures by accident, and apparently runs into a lot of really weird things in his travels. He is probably taking pictures more than I am right now.

So yea. I’ll get back to you when that happens.

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“I miss her smell and the way she tastes. It’s a mystery of human chemistry and I don’t understand it. Some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.”

High Fidelity

This is true.

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SO HAPPY

john & yoko

SO HAPPY

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Two Virgins

John & Yoko

Two Virgins

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John & Yoko
let’s bed-in.

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John & Yoko

let’s bed-in.

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With so much sophistication in so few lines, the work of designer Noma Bar is sublime.
Bar’s work is also available in a new book, Negative Space, from Mark Batty Publisher. The book contains many full-page illustrations from Bar’s portfolio, as well as spreads from his sketchbook.
(via We Made This)

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With so much sophistication in so few lines, the work of designer Noma Bar is sublime.

Bar’s work is also available in a new book, Negative Space, from Mark Batty Publisher. The book contains many full-page illustrations from Bar’s portfolio, as well as spreads from his sketchbook.

(via We Made This)