Mar. 17, 2013 at 3:08am with 6 notes
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Team OWSLA @skrillex @porterrobinson @alvinrisk @bnnofficial @the_m_machine @koansound #ultra #umf (at Ultra Music Festival 2013)

Team OWSLA @skrillex @porterrobinson @alvinrisk @bnnofficial @the_m_machine @koansound #ultra #umf (at Ultra Music Festival 2013)

Mar. 16, 2013 at 2:39pm
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Pre Ultra photoshoot with @szarc @veronicazarco #UMF #rageface #miami (at Zarco Manor)

Pre Ultra photoshoot with @szarc @veronicazarco #UMF #rageface #miami (at Zarco Manor)

Mar. 3, 2013 at 8:41am with 913 notes
Reblogged from osgiliaths
 Moon (2009)
“I hope life on Earth is everything you remember it to be.”

(Source: chriswaltzs)

Feb. 25, 2013 at 7:02pm
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Read Chapter 3 of Dividing By Zero!

This month, Dividing By Zero takes a turn for the sexy.

I still had the untz untz booming around my skull and was cleaning up in time to the beat of the bass in my head. I recalled the timid touches and let myself indulge in a short fantasy. Anton Nabukov’s dying eyes came to life for a little while on the dance floor. I loved exerting that kind of power over a new target. Noticing my dopey smile, Paris ran over and wrapped her arms around me and cupped her hands over my breasts. And I let her. Because it felt fucking incredible.

It’s the simple things that’ll resurrect you.

“Someone’s in the good place,” she whispered in my ear, while running her hands down towards my crotch.

“Mmmhmm,” I purred right back.

A flash of cool breath and shivers ran down my spine. She knew all the right buttons to press. The secret triggers that turned me to jelly.

Give me sweet release. Give me oxygen and dry heat. Give me metal and concrete. Give me depression. Give me delirium and destruction.


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Feb. 8, 2013 at 8:39am with 2 notes
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Behold, my first venture in music video making.

I used a Canon 7D and the help of willing family members. 

I filmed it the week of Christmas/New Years 2012 in Miami Beach, Wynwood, Brickell, I-95 and my uncle’s wedding.

Enjoy, kids.

Jan. 2, 2013 at 10:04pm with 15,738 notes
Reblogged from npr
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May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
— Neil Gaiman (via bookporn)
Dec. 28, 2012 at 2:08am with 8,029 notes
Reblogged from dontbegforthings
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So, yes, for the fucking love of God, movies matter. TV shows matter. Novels matter. They shape the lens through which you see the world. The very fact that you don’t think they matter, that even right now you’re still resisting the idea, is what makes all of this so dangerous to you — you watch movies so you can turn off your brain and let your guard down. But while your guard is down, you’re letting them jack directly into that part of your brain that creates your mythology. If you think about it, it’s an awesome responsibility on the part of the storyteller. And you’re comfortable handing that responsibility over to Michael Bay.
—

5 Ways You Don’t Realize Movies Are Controlling Your Brain (via quantumstarlight)

Which is why when people say that tv, movies, books aren’t important—they don’t know what they’re saying. These forms of media tell narratives about ourselves and the world around us. They help to form our world.

Stories matter, and the way they are portrayed matters. They can demonstrate our humanity, or work to further oppress us. I think storytellers do have a responsibility to create work that examines what it means to be human, all the good, bad and what’s left in between.  I think they do have a responsibility to be critical of our societies. I think there is a moral obligation to push forward a more humane way of being.

These things have to, and should be taken seriously.

(via salientverses)

Dec. 18, 2012 at 10:51pm with 38,443 notes
Reblogged from dontbegforthings

I love this so much. Yay Sailor Scouts and my childhood. And here’s to the career I always wanted (which was to be a Sailor Scout, of course).

(Source: lifesucksthenyouregenerate)

Dec. 8, 2012 at 9:12pm with 440 notes
Reblogged from thedailywhat

thedailywhat:

Infographic of the Day: History of Nintendo

I <3 cool design and animation!

Dec. 5, 2012 at 9:09am with 61,263 notes
Reblogged from osgiliaths
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“

Here’s what our parents never taught us:

You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.

You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.

A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.

You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It’s okay.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.

You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.

All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.

You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.

One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.

Molt.
Don’t be afraid.

Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.

You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.

But it’s okay. I promise.

Remember,
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.

—

“Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us,” Shinji Moon (via commovente)

Counting my blessings because I have a friend that loves me enough to dry my tears and watch the sunrise with me on the last day of the rest of our lives.