things i want my future apartment to consist of:
(poster)
(poster)
i want to live here
lately, it seems as if i’m dealing with a bunch of children. most of my best friends seem to get mad at me for the smallest things, which is bullshit. i give them advice, i comfort them, and what do they do? they don’t listen to a single thing i say(and i am always right too). after all i do for them and tell them, they get mad at me over trivial things like pictures, money, etc. when i worry about them and show my love and concern? i don’t let them walk all over me either, but we’re best friends.
well, they can all act like fifteen year olds if they want to.
❝People want nothing but mirrors around them. To reflect them while they’re reflecting too. You know, like the senseless infinity you get from two mirrors face each other across a narrow passage. Usually in the more vulgar kind of hotels. Reflections of reflections and echoes after echoes. No beginning and no end. No center and no purpose.❞
all i ever do lately is listen to rosemary clooney and doris day. while fitting cut copy, hot chip and kanye west in between of course.
classic actors/actresses i would give up my virginity to: 
(both of them) 
❝Here are my rules: what can be done with one substance must never be done with another. No two materials are alike. No two sites on earth are alike. No two buildings have the same purpose. The purpose, the site, the material determine the shape. Nothing can be reasonable or beautiful unless its made by one central idea, and the idea sets every detail. A building is alive, like a man.❞
