Well…it’s that time of year again. Fall aka Autumn aka Season of the harvest aka my libido’s returned




The Defender is a pepper spray that when sprayed takes a picture of the person you’re spraying and sends it the police along with your GPS location, user information, as well as flashing a bright light in the attackers face and emitting a loud alarm.



they needa apply this technology to all guns

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Played 15,529 times


Love, love will tear us apart again. 

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pumpkin spice my ride

I am ridiculous. I know. Here is a pic of me being ridiculous. You’re welcome. #howdoyouselfie

Laurelhurst Park earlier. It was incredibly gorgeous.


Poseidon’s Scuptures by Chris Burkard


Poseidon’s Scuptures by Chris Burkard

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You sleep in your hotels with four or five stars, I sleep here with four or five billion stars.
A man whom I’ve met who lives in a tent in the mountains, talking about how his lifestyle is better than any hotel.  (via copeleyreilly)

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I do intend, with everything on the line, to be that single hero of my own life. I feel now that I’m closer than ever, as thing surely will and are falling into place as I had hoped they would

PDX followers: I’ll be in town tues-fri. Holla @ me


Charles-Francois Daubigny, Landscape with a Sunlit Stream, c. 1877

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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Anaïs Nin (via observando)
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