Companies also play to our egos. They say, “What’s wrong with you? Aren’t you good enough? We’re a special organization. We’re changing the world and only certain people are going to be up for the task.” Who wants to admit they’re not good enough?
Whenever possible, we must opt for the unknown.
God protects drunks, infants, and feisty girls, girls who are up for anything.
We must quit dull jobs, leave tedious boyfriends.
Unless we’re vigilant, we could turn into zombies.
…Some of us take this philosophy too far and feel perfectly justified in ruthlessly clawing our way to the top, not minding how many innocent girls’ heads we step on in our ascent.
If we take weird acid one minute, the next minute we could find ourselves devoting our lives to the Grateful Dead.
Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life—and travel—leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks—on your body or on your heart—are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.
Full of fantastic flowing photography.
This was a time where both ambitions and rents were low enough that the urban den of curated slackitude was considered a model living situation.
Other than the fairly visible Nike and TAG Heuer endorsements, Ronaldo is also a brand ambassador for PokerStars (a gambling company), Panzer Glass (a screen protector), and Egyptian Steel (a steel production and distribution company in… Egypt) among many others.
This guy’s got it all planned out for his family. And maybe for a couple of generations after that.
This image is labelled as one of many pictures of Singapore in 1968. Which is a load of bollocks. The Change Alley street sign shows the postal code ‘0104’. Singapore moved to a four-digital postal code system in 1979. There’s no way this postal code would have existed 11 years prior.
Clearly, the Vintage News website seems to exist mostly as a vessel for showing shitty ads alongside content of questionable origin and is not a useful reference of historic truth. But I am now asking myself if any of the pictures they’ve labelled as ‘Singapore in 1968’ are even from Singapore in the first place.