What It’s like to Fly the $23,000 Singapore Airlines Suites Class

What It’s like to Fly the $23,000 Singapore Airlines Suites Class

“It may be the great attitude adjustment that I believe is coming,” Wiles continued. “Ebola could solve America’s problems with atheism, homosexuality, sexual promiscuity, pornography, and abortion.”

-Rick Wiles, Insane Person.

Is it wrong to wish that Ebola starts with him?

Ponta dos Ganchos Resort - Governador Celso Ramos, Santa Catarina, Brazil

The Opposite of Sex

"Bruce had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a half minutes per mile]. So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.” I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.” So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce if I run any more,” –and we’re still running-”if I run any more I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.” He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level."

From the Art of Expressing The Human Body, there’s this little story about Bruce Lee, arguably the greatest martial artist that ever lived, during a training run told by John Little, a close friend of Bruce  (via meinhartfit)


(via more-running)

It kind of sucks that this post  - which I originally posted - somehow had my attribution removed long ago, which is why after 1700+ notes, it’s never driven a single eyeball to my blog. 

I usually don’t carry on about such petty bullshit, especially when it’s not my original art, but this is a real flaw on Tumblr’s part. Seems to me they could easily make the original poster’s blog attribution permanent, as it should be. For a site that built its reputation being the “reblogging site,” you think that would have been figured out long ago. 

(Source: joelrunyon.com, via you-should-go-out-more)

"I’d admired Kubrick for a long time and had great expectations for the project, but I was deeply disappointed in the end result. Parts of the film are chilling, charged with a relentlessly claustrophobic terror, but others fall flat. I think there are two basic problems with the movie. First, Kubrick is a very cold man—pragmatic and rational—and he had great difficulty conceiving, even academically, of a supernatural world… a visceral skeptic such as Kubrick just couldn’t grasp the sheer inhuman evil of the Overlook Hotel. So he looked, instead, for evil in the characters, and made the film into a domestic tragedy with only vaguely supernatural overtones. That was the basic flaw: Because he couldn’t believe, he couldn’t make the film believable to others.

The second problem was in characterization and casting. Jack Nicholson, though a fine actor, was all wrong for the part. His last big role had been in One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, and between that and his manic grin, the audience automatically identified him as a loony from the first scene… If the guy is nuts to begin with, then the entire tragedy of his downfall is wasted. For that reason, the film has no center and no heart… it’s a film by a man who thinks too much and feels too little, and that’s why, for all its virtuoso effects, it never gets you by the throat and hangs on the way real horror should.”

Stephen King on Kubrick’s adaptation of “The Shining.”

I foster animals for a living. Bright ones with needles in their arms, you know, the flag wavers, snack addicts, shoe hoarders, cranberry gropes, and the like. Also the dim, the dough rollers, knob polishers, turquoise pole climbers and rush kindlers. 

They live in racks, stacked in fissures open only during seismic affairs, which are never a rarity around here; see, the earth shakes fifty times in a single sun, but only the toads and scientists know it… until the one or two real fuck-bumpers hit the fish like the h-bombs used to in the 50’s. 

It’s hard work and goddamn, I’m tired.

Not sleeping became part of life long ago. Megan describes me as having “brown eyes, overgrown cuticle beds, and insomnia.” This is my never-ending time here. “It’s OK baby,” she once purred. “I only want to fuck when…” And then, on cue, another quake hit. The rattling of the house frame always preserved the mystery of the women who slept beside me while I didn’t. 

Sure, I could tell you more, but the bright and the dim need to eat. And I’m the bastard fucked to feed them. 

I love you.

"As scarce as truth is, the supply has always been in excess of the demand."

Josh Billings (Henry Wheeler Shaw)

Crossfit Hollywood repping #BlacklistLA #5k #latenightrun Mural by#Dface #LACMA #LosAngeles #run #CFHW #lovethecityatnight

Crossfit Hollywood repping #BlacklistLA #5k #latenightrun Mural by#Dface #LACMA #LosAngeles #run #CFHW #lovethecityatnight


Fed up. 

This is the first generation of American children expected to live shorter lives than their parents.

The Smiths – Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want (198,261 plays)

(Source: untrustyou, via barelysarcasm)

"This personal relationship to all things, which is condemned as subjective, limiting, I found to be the core of individuality, personality, and originality. The idea that subjectivity is an impasse is as false as the idea that objectivity leads to a larger form of life."

Anaïs Nin (via jenmyers)

"Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are."

(via queerkaitlin)

(via ohhelloholly)

One of the greatest tools in life.


The ability to adjust to what you can not control.