The Voluntaryist Punk
Good morning from my porch.

Good morning from my porch.

The kitchen and my reading nook.

Moving was an all weekend affair. My calves are sore from the countless trips up and down four flights of stairs and up and down one at our new apartment. It was well worth it though; this place is amazing. I’ll post pictures once everything is completely unpacked.

oix:

untitled by MapleStars on Flickr.

oix:

untitled by MapleStars on Flickr.

We’re moving to our new apartment next weekend and I cannot wait to decorate it. It is the cutest place. Hardwood floors throughout the whole apartment, lots of character, a spare bedroom, an office nook in the livingroom, a big bay window (technically three separate windows on angled walls, but I have no idea what this architectural feature is called), and a balcony.

tokyo-fashion:

Yuhei on the street in Harajuku wearing handmade crust punk patch pants, a studded vest, a Disk Union hoodie and boots.

tokyo-fashion:

Yuhei on the street in Harajuku wearing handmade crust punk patch pants, a studded vest, a Disk Union hoodie and boots.

wicked-pissahh:

Basically, I have to be weird and scope thevoluntaryistpunk s’ blog archive because she reblogged a bomb ass source that I need today and it is kind of hard to find on the web.

In other news, you have a badass blog, Dana and your hair is consistently awesome. Sorry for being weird.

Haha, thanks, Val! What source are you talking about?

portraits-of-america:

“Some people believe in God, Jesus, and a slew of religious terms. I only believe in my ancestors. I know my mother is living because I see her. I believe in her mother, my grandmother, because I know she came before my mother. They all existed. Therefore, they are. Jesus? I don’t know who Jesus is.”

Middletown, NY

portraits-of-america:

“Some people believe in God, Jesus, and a slew of religious terms. I only believe in my ancestors. I know my mother is living because I see her. I believe in her mother, my grandmother, because I know she came before my mother. They all existed. Therefore, they are. Jesus? I don’t know who Jesus is.”

Middletown, NY