The air was still fresh from the morning’s showers. We stored our bikes behind a wall of non-conspicuous trees, hopped a spider filled iron/brick fence and crossed our fingers that this wasn’t how our obituaries would start. But, there was something about the decrepit exterior, overgrown weeds, rotting wood, and ‘NO TRESPASSING’ sign that allured our curious hearts. We walked around the abandoned house, stepping over broken glass and wooden floors that sunk when you walked on them. It was hauntingly beautiful.
Sally Mann – Immediate Family, 1992
“I knew I wanted to do something creative. I didn’t think I’d have the luxury of doing something like that, because I didn’t know anyone who had pursued anything they really adored, but I had dreams…”
-Lana Del Rey
Flippers. A ghetto ass movie theater with cheap tickets, funky chairs, and a pretty sketch arcade. But that was our goal. Dressed in safari attire we headed out to make the night eccentric, memorable, and unusual at the very least. The day had been filled with 1$ smoothie runs to McDonalds, thrift store exploration, a nice collection of record finds, and a target ritual: sushi, trash mags, and nail polish. I would say from 12:00pm-1:00am was a success. Photos from top to bottom:
I’m a writer. Or, I think I am–maybe it’s better to say that I used to be. I didn’t have the voice yet to explain why I was the way I was, why I felt what I did. I wrote everything, I thought more, and I crawled inside ink and lost myself in the spine of books, immersed myself in the stories of books and curled around the plot of films, envisioned that one day everything would (stop) and I’d suddenly feel wonderful, fall in love, struggle, hate, love, lust. It’s so strange seeing where I am now. It’s not a bad thing, necessarily, only that my perception of things have broadened and I have so much intangible hope about life, and the people in it, and the people who I’ve met and will be meeting. This is a late night/early morning ramble, but I’ve spent the day opening my head and wandering through the cartilage between the vertebrae that make up my spinal column, craving this uncertain achievable density in emotions and swapping memories and what we viewed our childhoods like with my older brother.* (Excerpts from Mira Gonzalez, “Heartbroken People With Extreme Personality Flaws”)
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Summer is here, and to make sure you don’t fall into the dreadful “Summer Trap” of sitting at home slowly dying from the dullness. Here are the top 5 things to do to make sure you have an adventure filled summer! 1. PAINTBALL
A great way to fill a a day or night. Plus, once you buy them, they are yours! We got some paintball guns at walmart, they were $20 each and the paint balls were fairly cheap as well (go for the biodegradable paintballs so you have some excuse for shooting up the local park or neighbor’s fence). Go out and get your self some good old paint guns and burn the town down.
2. SCAVENGER HUNT
Reignite that childhood wonder for the world around you! Create your own little scavenger hunt for around your neighborhood or city. Make it as long or as small as you want difficult to easy, the choice is all yours. You can also find some already composed lists online.
3. WATER BALLOONS
Hot summer days need to be filled with colorful bikinis, lemonade slushies, and cool turquoise water. When the pool and beach aren’t an option and your dying from a heat stroke on the front porch, run down to your local drug store, pick up 100+ water balloons and go crazy with your amigas in the front yard.
Pick up a backpack and fill it with yummy snacks, water bottles, camera, floral headbands, and a blanket (you never know where you might find the perfect picnic location). Just walk, bike, run…explore. You’ll be surprised what little hideaways are lurking around the corner.
5. WATCH THE SUNRISE AT THE BEACH
Check to see when your local sunrise time is and head down to the beach while its still night out, set up camp, and wait for the first light of a new day. Its a truly magical sight. In addition you can also snap up the best beach spot and hangout the rest of the day soaking up the sun & swimming with mermaids.
The papers were always talking about the debt owed to society. According to them, it had to be paid. But that doesn't speak to the imagination. What really counted was the possibility of escape, a leap to freedom, out of the implacable ritual, a wild run for it that would give whatever chance for hope there was...gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. -Albert Camus, The Stranger 1942