Shit’s about to get real, y’all

Shit’s about to get real, y’all

God Bless the USA!

Kevin and I decided we were not going to go to sleep on our last night in New York City.  We got back to the hotel at like five in the morning after the DCM afterparty, and we were not tired.  So we decided to not sleep in the city that never sleeps.  When in Rome.

(I just want to clarify that we were not in Rome, although that would be awesome.)

We walked downtown and got cupcakes from CRUMBS bakery, then walked past these awesome art school window displays.  I’ve never wanted to break through a window to highjack something so badly. All these sculptures were made with felt, which is knitted yarn that is burned so that it shrinks and gets really thick and tight.  You probably made snowmen with it in sunday school or first grade.  This is what big kids do with it.

…and round and round. I’m in (read notes)
kevinbauer:

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immediate reblog.

…and round and round. I’m in (read notes)

kevinbauer:

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immediate reblog.

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Dear Mr Tim Burton,
I am more excited about Alice in Wonderland than I am about actually eating the carrot cake out of which I forged this portrait of the Mad Hatter, played by Mr. Johnny Depp.  Please accept this photo as a token of my gratitude for your being awesome.  I would have sent you the actual portrait, but as I further considered this option, it seemed less than practical.
Sincerely,
Samantha Bowling

Dear Mr Tim Burton,

I am more excited about Alice in Wonderland than I am about actually eating the carrot cake out of which I forged this portrait of the Mad Hatter, played by Mr. Johnny Depp.  Please accept this photo as a token of my gratitude for your being awesome.  I would have sent you the actual portrait, but as I further considered this option, it seemed less than practical.

Sincerely,

Samantha Bowling

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ten points to whoever can name the song and artist who sings a song about a flower in a hailstorm, being a metaphor for someone feeling lonely and vulnerable in a bullying society, where the closest thing to a chorus in the song is the phrase “everyone is trying to bum me out.”

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ten points to whoever can name the song and artist who sings a song about a flower in a hailstorm, being a metaphor for someone feeling lonely and vulnerable in a bullying society, where the closest thing to a chorus in the song is the phrase “everyone is trying to bum me out.”