this was posted on my friend’s weibo blog with the caption
which translates to:
"perhaps in their eyes you are nothing, but in your own eyes you are a dream maker."
But all I can see is the ridiculous deer-men in the hairspray ad behind her.
Italian architect Stefano Boeri designed this high-rise apartment buildings using trees and vegetation for its façade. ‘Bosco Verticale’ uses this design structure in two towers in Milan, Italy, which house 900 mature trees.
Most New Yorkers dream of having a terrace garden, but what would living in a high-rise be like with full trees such as these? ~LM
Source: What is PTSD?
The past decade-plus has not been kind to Bill Murray characters. They have been slovenly (Osmosis Jones), deeply unfulfilled (Lost in Translation), and alone (Broken Flowers), and each generally represent something ugly about going over the hill. With Vincent, we are given an aggregate of each of Murray’s prior deadbeat characters. (via Cinema Review: St. Vincent | Under the Radar - Music Magazine)
oh bama lol
Oh no sir
when two of ur friends are closer to each other than they are to u
Economic inequality underlies the Hong Kong protests. This and more, today at China Digital Times.
Photo of the Day: With Wind - @LARGE: Ai Weiwei on Alcatraz by Samuel Wade
What gay men give to the world. A-yup.
On the second one.
There’s this one gay club I go to that actually has a problem of straight guys going there to dance with girls. I guess these guys don’t understand that girls can also be gay, because they assume that any girls at the club are there with their gay guy friends.
So one night I was out on the dance floor, and I see this guy. He’s like over six-foot, at least, all beefed-up, muscle shirt, looks kindof like a douchebag. And he’s just circling the dance floor, in one continuous loop, looking at the crowd like a predator, and it’s creeping me the fuck out.
It’s creeping me out enough that I don’t immediately realize what’s going on nearby. Some girl has attracted one of the Assholes, who has proceeded to begin grinding on her. She’s pushing him away, telling him to get lost. He’s pulling that whole, “come on, don’t be a bitch” spiel, and generally just not getting the message.
BAM. Suddenly, the prowling guy swoops in, like some sort of Gay Avenger. He shoves himself between the girl and the Asshole, grabs the Asshole by the hips, and starts dirty dancing him like a God-damned fuck machine. Asshole completely flips his shit, like how DARE another man try to dance with him at a GAY BAR???, starts spitting curses, and tears ass off the dance floor and out onto the sidewalk.
The Gay Avenger turns back to the girl, inclines his head in an, “are you okay?” sort of gesture. She nods, and he returns to his previous position of circling the dance floor, looking for his next target.
Told this story to some guys upstairs. Apparently Gay Avenger is a regular there.
Bless the Gay Avenger
ARE THOSE HAWKEYES ARMS
I HAVE REBLOGGED THIS BEFORE BUT THE GAY AVENGER NEEDS REBLOGGING EVERY TIME