Acrylic on the underside of a Chinese restaurant counter top.
We decided to include a friendship bracelet with every Paper Ghost compilation, which means rolling up, smooshing, poking, and stringing a lot of little beads this week. Hold on to your butts.
I’ve had this account since I was 18. You can go back through 300 pages and four years of mostly impersonal blogging. I’ve been thinking a lot about retiring from the reblog game and trying to create content ie: messing around and showing it to you, reading something cool and sharing it with you, photo blogging, and even (oh god) writing.
I will probably still be liking your shit because it inspires me, but consider me relocated to goingandgoingandgoing.tumblr.com. High fives to all 233 of you.
‘I’ll Smash This Painting Over Your Fucking Head’
“The more they told me: you’re a girl, you can’t paint graffiti, you can’t go to subways, because you’re a girl, you’re a mere female; I had to stand up and just shut them up.” —Lady Pink
The first supermarket supposedly appeared on the American landscape in 1946. That is not very long ago. Until then, where was all the food? Dear folks, the food was in homes, gardens, local fields, and forests. It was near kitchens, near tables, near bedsides. It was in the pantry, the cellar, the backyard.
Joel Salatin (via thefreelioness)