Video 22 Apr 2 notes

fitforafemme:

Spoek Mathambo cover of Joy Division’s She’s Lost Control

via F F A F.
Photo 17 Apr 1 note
Video 16 Apr 1,534 notes
Photo 15 Apr 4,552 notes elizabitchtaylor:

Someone send help, Morrissey is trapped in a vending machine

elizabitchtaylor:

Someone send help, Morrissey is trapped in a vending machine

(Source: screenshotsofdespair)

Quote 13 Apr 5 notes

Here is the grackle, people.
Here is the fox, folks.
The grackle sits in the bracken. The fox
hopes.

Here are the fronds, friends,
that cover the fox.
The fronds get in a frenzy. The grackle
looks.

Here are the ticks, tykes,
that live in the leaves, loves.
The fox is confounded,
and God is above.

George Starbuck, “Fable for Blackboard” from Bone Thoughts (Yale University Press). Copyright © 1960 by George Starbuck.

Photo 13 Apr 7 notes hppybday2u:

December 22nd Birthday girl…Barbara Billingsley, June Cleaver

hppybday2u:

December 22nd Birthday girl…Barbara Billingsley, June Cleaver

Photo 13 Apr 1,466 notes nevver:

You know
Video 12 Apr 1,861 notes
Photo 12 Apr 1,879 notes nevver:

Have you tried worrying about it?
Photo 11 Apr 448 notes theparisreview:

“Only the Mistakes Belong to Us”—Jorge Luis Borges
This tree keeps falling over. I prop it up,it falls again. And the rain fallsday after day like a broken wet record.Here are the birds—tiny, smaller
than birds. And like fresh butcher’spaper, the light so bright it hurts.So the birds are paper and so is the sky.It will be easiest if I draw you a picture,
each of us a different shade of gray.What goes right is an accident. It can’tbe blamed on us. What goes wrong
is almost impossible to see. How quicklyit disappears, like someone’s handinto someone else’s pocket.
—Matthew Thorburn. Art: Rachel Wolfson.

theparisreview:

“Only the Mistakes Belong to Us”
—Jorge Luis Borges

This tree keeps falling over. I prop it up,
it falls again. And the rain falls
day after day like a broken wet record.
Here are the birds—tiny, smaller

than birds. And like fresh butcher’s
paper, the light so bright it hurts.
So the birds are paper and so is the sky.
It will be easiest if I draw you a picture,

each of us a different shade of gray.
What goes right is an accident. It can’t
be blamed on us. What goes wrong

is almost impossible to see. How quickly
it disappears, like someone’s hand
into someone else’s pocket.

Matthew Thorburn. Art: Rachel Wolfson.


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