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A remote and barren blister of land on the American desert.

As isolated as the face of the moon.

Zabriskie Point.

Where a boy and a girl meet…

And touch…

And blow their minds!

morningbreaks:

(via mastershredder)

(via mandaflewaway)

pre-work gpoyw i have all this hair but i dont know what to do with it waste really don’t wanna come across as the pseudo-edgy twenty-something aspiring copywriter in the ridiculous denim shirt “actually no, its not real denim, and yes, it is a real Siberian Husky”, gonna have to jot that one down for the bars because suuuuure like people really take the time to analyze me for free better yet acknowledge this boy whatsoever i just answer the phones and return corporate emails so what do i care about a hair stare double dare pair life aint fair and STOP RHYMING GET IN THE CAR YOU ARE LATE SHERIFF

CHILDHOOD ICON.  Because of his humanitarian work in Puerto Rico and across Latin America, delivering sports equipment and food up until his death (literally… he died in a plane crash on his way to aid Nicaraguan earthquake victims), Roberto Clemente is basically the Mother Teresa of Baseball.  Thus, the “P” crested to his lid doesn’t just stand for Pittsburgh Pirates.  It’s the marker of a true Pimp.