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What a weekend. It started off terrible by having my mustache (that I had been growing out for nearly 3 years) cut off by an senile old barber. And ended with an amazing series of small experiences at How Weird Street Fair. And it culminated at the end when I finally gave this to her ={D [not pictured is a hole I pressed into it to make it a keychain] (originally I had wanted to give it to her on Valentines day, but I didn’t have it done, and I haven’t actually seen her since before then…and she just stopped talking to me about 2.5 months ago…)

Kind of feels like the close of one chapter of my life, and the beginning of another. Full of mustache training and some new kind of love.

My friend made this on her lunch break in SF, CA

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♥ Gomez and Morticia ♥

Gomez and Morticia 

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He tried for a month to move that mountain, and before readying his letter of resignation, he’d be damned if he didn’t give that god forsaken mass one final - “HEAVE” - to see if he could nudge it.

One of my favorite music videos

Julieta Venegas - Limon y Sal

“Happy birthday to
our favorite anarchist!
We love you very much!
Uncle Devin & Aunt Wendy”

Two of my favorite family members <3
I really liked the colors, and the fact they put ‘anarchist’ (even though I would not describe myself as one, it’s cute they put it).

My uncle wrote on my facebook:

Happy birthday to perhaps my most favorite nephew/anarchist/DJ/anti-theist/labor organizer/activist/mustachioed all-round decent dude….
Love ya, buddy…

Cara Dillon vs 2 Devine - Black is the Colour [of my true love’s hair] (Above & Beyond remix)

Black is the colour, of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like, a rose so fair
She’s got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground, whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground, whereon she goes
And how I wish, the day would come
When she and I, can be as one

Black is the colour, of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like, a rose so fair
She’s got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground, whereon she stands

I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
Satisfied I never will sleep
I’ll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death, ten thousand times

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