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  • August 30, 2014 3:07 pm
    @jpbevins, our tour dad, brought us post burrito ice cream sandwiches. View high resolution

    @jpbevins, our tour dad, brought us post burrito ice cream sandwiches.

  • August 30, 2014 3:04 pm
    Post race burrito slaying has commenced.  (at The Mad Taco) View high resolution

    Post race burrito slaying has commenced. (at The Mad Taco)

  • August 30, 2014 2:21 pm
    Pace was very fast today. This is chilling after. @kingkogshop View high resolution

    Pace was very fast today. This is chilling after. @kingkogshop

  • August 29, 2014 3:12 pm
    Checking in from Vermont. #chillracelyfe View high resolution

    Checking in from Vermont. #chillracelyfe

  • August 28, 2014 7:33 pm
    Two full @roadrunnerbags, 4 days of racing #GMSR coming up. Pumped and terrified. View high resolution

    Two full @roadrunnerbags, 4 days of racing #GMSR coming up. Pumped and terrified.

  • August 26, 2014 12:00 am
    Goddamn these vampires. View high resolution

    Goddamn these vampires.

  • August 25, 2014 1:05 am

    MTV was cooler when I was a young’n.

    (Source: svllywood)

  • August 21, 2014 7:52 pm
    Back to being a robot.

    Back to being a robot.

    (Source: magicblood)

  • August 18, 2014 7:23 pm

    "I love coffee. I sometimes get excited at night thinking of the coffee I’ll get to drink in the morning. Coffee is reason to wake up. There are other reasons, of course. But coffee is the incentive, at the very least."

    — Annie Clark  (via laurenraelle)

    (Source: sufjand)

  • August 16, 2014 3:15 pm
  • August 15, 2014 10:22 am
    Today, I acquired a piñata for my office. View high resolution

    Today, I acquired a piñata for my office.

  • August 12, 2014 8:40 am

    rvlvr:

    Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me… fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven’t thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me? 

    Will: No. 

    Sean: You’re just a kid, you don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talkin’ about. 

    Will: Why thank you. 

    Sean: It’s all right. You’ve never been out of Boston. 

    Will: Nope. 

    Sean: So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ‘cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You’re an orphan right? 

    [Will nods] 

    Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally… I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you, I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that do you sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

  • August 10, 2014 12:22 pm
    The proper thing to do after a race.  (at Fort Tilden Beach) View high resolution

    The proper thing to do after a race. (at Fort Tilden Beach)

  • August 7, 2014 10:43 am

    (Source: twitter.com)

  • July 28, 2014 8:10 am
    Again, from the talented Chris Lee. View high resolution

    Again, from the talented Chris Lee.