Socks&Peas

Spark the heart. Peace the mind. Shake the adrenaline.

and..?

Take the oyster as an example. I have no idea who first cracked one open, peered at the snot inside and thought, ‘Mmm. I’m going to put that in my mouth.’ But I bet he was French.

Jeremy Clarkson

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new acquaintance, new surface insights

haha so i’ve met a couple +1 of interesting people this month and let’s say, in their atmosphere, they can see things we crave. ex: seeing neil patrick harris run away from a fan who wants a picture—badly. haha well

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orientaltiger:

Paper cut out letters: Each word, each letter is cut out intricately with precision by Annie Vought.

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sometimes.. most of the time i don’t want words. not even a conversation—just hugs. endless of them.

new friends
new home
new love
new feelings
new frustration
and new time. 

mindsigh:

Victor Powell, “It’s a Dog’s World”

mindsigh:

Victor Powell, “It’s a Dog’s World”

notanforjay:

Fossil Vintage Collection

ah you son of a beech. 

notanforjay:

Fossil Vintage Collection

ah you son of a beech. 

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bboydflip:

ruinedchildhood:

Saves The World Twice, Still Gets No Pussy

LOL

haha cat and i talked about this a while back. abt timeee. 

bboydflip:

ruinedchildhood:

Saves The World Twice, Still Gets No Pussy

LOL

haha cat and i talked about this a while back. abt timeee. 

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gasppppppp

gasppppppp

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well hello

how heavy the events that occur in my days, really makes out on how hard i bite down my skin on my thumb. my gad. it’s just to slow my thinking so i can pace life.

i hope it’s what takes me away from what is passing on. i deserve fire in my heart again. i want my tumblr full of words of poetry with my life, life out there and life joining mine. while instagram captures part of my art and temporarily satisfy the art i always desire to express. sew gifts for my love ones— i must not forget. gather my senses where to head next if the path i created doesn’t fit me. about nine months in chinatown, now cat and i are moving to a different—a more permanent home! may is full of adventures—adventures i would like to share. oh all the street smart i’ve gathered in the months i’ve been here. so much to absorb— i need to pause to let all this soak into my skin. i’ve never been more of me.