Tom has a bass

Memory

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 12:19:53 +1200

Of all the flaws we humans are cursed with, the worst must be memory.

Without memory, we would have no reference points for the future. No expectations. And therefore, no disappointments.

Without memory, we wouldn’t forever be clinging like limpets to the driftwood collected from the remains of broken vessels in our past.

Without memory, we wouldn’t remember the happiest moments of our past, and would have a greater chance at happiness in the present.

Without memory, I’d be happy.

just-wanna-travel: Auckland, New Zealand Missing hoooome

Fri, 17 Aug 2012 16:55:50 +1200

just-wanna-travel:

Auckland, New Zealand

Missing hoooome

For a musician...

Tue, 14 Aug 2012 11:47:46 +1200

…I seem to be cursed with the worst timing in history.

Distance

Sun, 05 Aug 2012 04:12:18 +1200

is sort of the worst thing.

July 27, 1890: Vincent van Gogh shoots himself. He died two...

Sat, 04 Aug 2012 23:44:57 +1200

March/April 1887.

1887.

Spring 1887.

January 1889.

September 1889.

July 27, 1890: Vincent van Gogh shoots himself.

He died two days later, at age thirty-seven. In late 1888, van Gogh, desperate and growing increasingly unstable, had confronted his friend Paul Gauguin with a knife, before using it to cut off part of his own ear. He was taken to a hospital, where he remained in a delirious state (the locals called him “the redheaded madman”) before committing himself to an asylum in Saint-Rémy-de-Provence. Here, the artist painted one of his most beloved works - The Starry Night. And ironically, it was while van Gogh was in an asylum that interest in his work actually began to build, drawing attention from men like Monet and Pissaro. He left Saint-Rémy in May 1890 to stay in Auvers-sur-Oise, where he spent the last days of his life.

On July 27, 1890, van Gogh shot himself in the chest with a revolver, though the initial impact did not kill him; in fact, he walked all the way back to the house where he had been staying before an infection began to take effect. His brother Theo, one of the few people with whom van Gogh remained in close correspondence with all his life, visited him before his death. His last words were, according to Theo:

The sadness will last forever.

In his entire lifetime, Vincent van Gogh sold only one painting (Red Vineyard at Arles).

theimpossiblecool: Happy 75th, Doc.

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 15:59:25 +1200

theimpossiblecool:

Happy 75th, Doc.

Who the fuck am I.

Mon, 16 Jul 2012 01:55:45 +1200

Who the fuck am I.

Life.

Thu, 05 Jul 2012 19:51:17 +1200

Is really testing me at the moment.

But I will fucking prevail.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Mon, 18 Jun 2012 01:00:16 +1200

That’s what you get for cranking on my girlfriend motherfuckerrrrrr

….said the guy who seemingly exclusively hooks up with other peoples girlfriends.

A Single Dad And His Unlikely College Roommate

Sat, 16 Jun 2012 16:05:16 +1200

A Single Dad And His Unlikely College Roommate:

In 1996, Wil Smith enrolled as a freshman at Maine’s Bowdoin College. At 27, he had recently finished serving in the Navy. But he set off for school with his 1-year-old daughter, Olivia, in tow. Now that she’s a teenager, Olivia sat down with her dad at StoryCorps to look back on their “college days” together.

“I wasn’t planning on having you as my roommate,” Wil tells Olivia. “I actually thought that if Bowdoin College knew I had you, they wouldn’t let me come to college. So, I hadn’t mentioned it to anyone.”

To help make ends meet, he got a job working at a Staples office supply store, as a cleaner on the night shift.

“I had to take you in with me at work sometimes and hide you in the closet,” Wil recalls with a laugh. “I think I lost something like 27 pounds, just from stress and not eating, because I didn’t have enough for both of us.”

Wil played for Bowdoin’s basketball team. During the 1999 and 2000 seasons, he was the team’s co-captain. And to help him focus on his studies, he got some help from his friends.

“My basketball teammates were my first baby-sitters,” he says. “I just remember coming from class, and there were four giant guys — and then there was this 18-month-old who was tearing up the room.”

Olivia asks, “Were you ever embarrassed bringing me to class? Or just having me in general?”

“I felt a little awkward, but never embarrassed,” Wil says. “There were times when the only way I could get through was to come in and look at you and see you sleeping — and then go back to my studies.”

Wil graduated from Bowdoin in 2000. He eventually became the school’s associate dean of multicultural student programs, a post he kept for 10 years.

“My graduation day from Bowdoin is a day I’ll never forget,” he says. “You know, all of my classmates, they stood up and gave me the only standing ovation. “

“I remember walking up with you and having my head on your shoulder,” Olivia says with a laugh.

“Yeah, the dean called both of our names as he presented us with the diploma.”

“So, technically I already graduated from college,” Olivia says.

“Nice try,” Wil says. “The degree only has my name on it. So you still got to go.”

Earlier this year, Wil Smith was diagnosed with cancer; he’s now undergoing treatment for stage-three colon cancer. He also serves as the dean of community and multicultural affairs at Berkshire School in Massachusetts.

“I really admire your strength,” his daughter says. “And I love you.”

“I draw my strength from you,” Wil answers. “I always have, and I still do.”

I cried.

(:

Tue, 12 Jun 2012 02:21:14 +1200

(: (: (: She’s actually coming….

hrrrthrrr: This Tree of Life poster is hard to resist. Stand...

Wed, 23 May 2012 12:26:21 +1200

hrrrthrrr:

This Tree of Life poster is hard to resist. Stand back and it looks like a cool relief print of a tree, but once you get up close, the rings are composed of hundreds of tiny animals. How cool!

brain-food: Matias Corea

Wed, 23 May 2012 12:24:17 +1200

brain-food:

Matias Corea

pinmywings: “If you’ve seen a better picture of a dog dressed...

Mon, 21 May 2012 21:02:21 +1200

pinmywings:

“If you’ve seen a better picture of a dog dressed as two pirates carrying a treasure chest today, I don’t believe you.”

How did we go

Sun, 20 May 2012 07:44:39 +1200

from talking all day every day to just…not…

It’s seriously so fucking weird.

Photo

Wed, 16 May 2012 02:14:24 +1200

dearwhoever: My god. I want to go to there.

Sat, 12 May 2012 12:56:57 +1200

dearwhoever:

My god.

I want to go to there.

You know what?

Mon, 07 May 2012 05:04:13 +1200

When I think about it. Properly. Of all the people who give a shit now. You’re the one who’s been here the longest. You’re the one who’s been giving a shit about me when I need someone to for the best part of a decade.

You are amazing to me. And I know you know who you are, because nobody else will even give a shit about this post.

So for you. Here’s a one of these things. <3

Keep it well, I don’t give them out easily.

Sincerely,

Tom xxx

humansofnewyork: I found this man on 7th Avenue in Park Slope....

Thu, 03 May 2012 02:08:59 +1200

humansofnewyork:

I found this man on 7th Avenue in Park Slope. He was leaning heavily on his cane, looking down, wearing a grimaced face. I felt bad for him, so I smiled and waved when I walked past. His face changed completely. He lit up, smiled wide, and gave me a cheery greeting. There was nothing forced about it. He seemed like a man who went through life looking for the smallest excuses to be happy.

I walked 50 feet down the sidewalk, turned around, and walked back to him. “I want to take your photo,” I told him, “because of how big you smiled when I walked by.”

He said: “Well I saw someone smiling at me who I didn’t even know. So I thought: ‘By God! I Better do something!’”

It's nice

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 03:17:33 +1200

to finally be rid of someone who did nothing but take your money and time and ditch you the first opportunity they had.

Fuck you, you know who you are.