#photoaday challenge day 23: food. I don’t know why, but this was the first thing that came to mind #astronauticecream

#photoaday challenge day 23: food. I don’t know why, but this was the first thing that came to mind #astronauticecream

happy bday to the world’s raddest doodle!!!

happy bday to the world’s raddest doodle!!!

tiffanisis:

xtasieblog:

James Deen  |  Greed  |  Evil Angel
For jennifaire 👍💘 👅💦 lol

AAHHHHH

although Mother Nature is probably gonna kill us soon if we don’t stop killing her, she sure pulls off some beautiful stuff. #sunset #tucson #urfday

although Mother Nature is probably gonna kill us soon if we don’t stop killing her, she sure pulls off some beautiful stuff. #sunset #tucson #urfday

marinashutup:

congress

marinashutup:

congress

meatmachine:

whiskeyontheocean:

did-you-kno:

Source


Penn Jillette is rad.

I’ve done this in real life. And it’s Tucson!

meatmachine:

whiskeyontheocean:

did-you-kno:

Source

Penn Jillette is rad.

I’ve done this in real life. And it’s Tucson!

chili-jesson:

some things we all need to remember sometimes

criped:

Gotta love a shirt that fits perfectly

criped:

Gotta love a shirt that fits perfectly

“المدن رائحة: عكا رائحة اليود البحري والبهارات. حيفا رائحة الصنوبر والشراشف المجعلكة. موسكو رائحة الفودكا على الثلج. القاهرة رائحة المانجو والزنجبيل. بيروت رائحة الشمس والبحر والدخان والليمون. باريس رائحة الخبز الطازج والأجبان ومشتقات الفتنة. دمشق رائحة الياسمين والفواكة المجففة. تونس رائحة مسك الليل والملح. الرباط رائحة الحناء والبخور والعسل. وكل مدينة لا تُعرفُ من رائحتها لا يُعوَّل على ذكراها. وللمنافي رائحة مشتركة هي رائحة الحنين إلى ما عداها… رائحة تتذكر رائحة أخرى. رائحة متقطعة الأنفاس، عاطفيّة تقودك كخارطة سياحية كثيرة الاستعمال إلى رائحة المكان الأول. الرائحة ذاكرةٌ وغروب شمس. والغروب هنا توبيخ الجمال للغريب”

"Cities are smells: Acre is the smell of iodine and spices. Haifa is the smell of pine and wrinkled sheets. Moscow is the smell of vodka on ice. Cairo is the smell of mango and ginger. Beirut is the smell of the sun, sea, smoke, and lemons. Paris is the smell of fresh bread, cheese, and derivations of enchantment. Damascus is the smell of jasmine and dried fruit. Tunis is the smell of night musk and salt. Rabat is the smell of henna, incense and honey. A city that cannot be known by its smell is unreliable. Exiles have a shared smell: the smell of longing for something else; a smell that remembers another smell. A painting, nostalgic that guides you, like a worn tourist map, to the smell of the original place. A smell is a memory and a setting sun. Sunset, here, is beauty rebuking the stranger. But to love the sunset is not, as they say, one of the attributes of exile.” - Mahmoud Darwish, In the presence of Absence (via nowinexile)