this is my human. when human is fussy, i just pet it like this.
as you can see, human is calm.
i can’t
you came to the wrong neighborhood motherfucker
Actually, I think this is the exact neighbourhood I was looking for.
CHVRCHES- Now is Not the Time
Deerhunter on Jimmy Fallon last night
New album May 7th
Harlem Shake (Matt and Kim Edition) (by mattandkim)
only harlem shake video youll ever need
Atoms For Peace - Ingenue (by XLRecordings)
tumbledupon
Physical Therapy - “Do it Alone” (Official Music Video) (by pitchforktv)
Take it as a whole piece, not as fragments
We lost a friend today.
I’d come to know Bon Iver’s silhouette as he walked in from the barn in the evenings, fading into the soft blue of the sky, visible only barely by the weak crepuscular light. I recognized his tall form loping toward me carrying a bucket or a saddle, and the shape of the old dog at his feet. Together, they were like a single creature. Where Bon Iver went, the dog was beside him. When Bon Iver paused, the dog would stop and turn her grizzled head upward, waiting for the cue to move along again.
In our home, the dog would wriggle her body beneath the wood stove, soaking up the heat, or sit comfortably at Bon Iver’s feet in front of the fire. She would wait patiently in other other room as we made love. She would keep an eye out for dangerous songbirds, but wouldn’t bark. She was a good dog.
Bon Iver always spoke to her in a quiet voice—one I’d never heard him use with any other animal, and he would rub her velvet ears, and her eyes would close with pleasure, and she would follow him anywhere on this earth, because she knew no love more powerful than the one she shared with Bon Iver.
Today she died, and Bon Iver held her in his arms and cried and whispered that he loved her. She made happy noises interspersed with sounds of pain and confusion, and Bon Iver and I held hands and waited as the vet administered the injection. Bon Iver rubbed her velvet ears and kissed her head, and then it ended, and Bon Iver and I and the vet were alone.
Tonight we told pheasant-hunting stories and laughed about the time she befriended a porcupine, thinking it was a cat. She’d been so stunned at the quills in her nose as the result of an amicable nuzzle. And we laugh! But our hearts are broken.
‘What happened to her?’ Bon Iver asks. ‘Where did she go?’
‘I don’t know,” I say.
‘It was worth it,’ he says, and he cries, and I hold him and stroke his hair and I tell him that were lucky to know such a good dog.
Fedora
1885
The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Fun fact! The fedora was originally a woman’s hat. The legendary Victorian actress Sarah Bernhardt first wore the hat in a play called Fédora where she played the role of Princess Fédora. The hat was immediately a hit, and soon fashionable ladies everywhere were wearing Fédora hats. It wasn’t until later in the 20th century that the style made its way onto men’s heads. Something to keep in mind every time you see some douchebag MRA in a fedora complaining about how bitches never date nice guys like him.
npr:
Saturday Night Live and Portlandia personality Fred Armisen co-hosts This American Life with Ira Glass. This week’s theme: doppelgangers. Armisen imitates Glass through the hour-long show, something Armisen worked on for SNL, “but the public radio personality isn’t quite famous enough to be mocked on network TV,” according to TAL’s website. -L
Photo by Adrianne Mathiowetz
Drake ~ HYFR Feat. Lil Wayne
