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Schoolgirls Look Out onto China’s Alienating Urban Landscapes

In his beguiling photo series “Sitting on the Wall: Haikou V,” Chinese artist Weng Fen captures young women and new cities on the precipice of change. The backs of the young women face us, giving no hint of a personal identity, save for their slightly varied school uniforms. Meanwhile, the booming new buildings dominate the background, their postmodern facades signifying an increase of investment and oncoming changes throughout Chinese cities. Read more!

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On the road by Jack Kerouac is pretty good

Thanks! But I can’t find a decent copy of it! I have The Big Sur from Kerouac, and I can’t read it because apparently it’s a sequel/prequel or something?

The copies of On the Road I see are the ones with the ugly red, emphasis-on-Jack’s-face cover design. Plus, it’s overpriced. 

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I hated the Survivor Caramoan reunion show. The main thing that bothered me was that the people that were voted out pre-jury were not on stage with everyone else, they were left to sit in the audience. Another thing that bothered me is very few people got to talk. The last thing that bothered me was I wanted Jeff to ask the members of the jury at the reunion if John Cochran had picked Eddie instead of Dawn, how many people would have voted for Eddie. But Jeff can't get off Cochran's dick.

Yeah, Jeff’s new shtick is acting like only the “favorites” exist. And by favorites, I mean, the ones he thinks the viewers like. (e.g. Cochran, The Amigos, etc.) 

But I kinda understand where he’s coming from, since it’s probably true that they didn’t invite Brandon back to the Reunion. I guess they wanted to hide that from the viewers, eh?

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“psycho” by joshua budich

shitflashen:

“psycho” by joshua budich

There were five of us in the car: my dad, mom, little brother and older brother. My dad asked if we wanted to eat in either Shakey’s or Max’s.

Both my brothers voted “Shakey’s”, and my parents voted “Max’s.”

I relished the moment because it was so cool being the swing vote and my life is so sad because my Survivor obsession is getting worse again.

Anyway I chose Shakey’s.