Thursday, July 10, 2014

i want to leave this song in people’s message banks.

(Source: Spotify)

gallowhill:

Bread Man, 2001 by Tatsumi Orimoto

gallowhill:

Bread Man, 2001 by Tatsumi Orimoto

Q: How many male novelists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
A: He lit a cigarette. His glass of whiskey lit a cigarette too. “I can only truly love my best friend,” he said, “but not in a gay way. Women wouldn’t understand it. They’re too gay.” Both of the cigarettes agreed.

Male Novelist Jokes (via The Toast)

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source for the thing I reblogged earlier!

NEVER OVER “The terrible sex had made him feel deeply interesting, like a murder victim.”

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OH MY GOD SERIOUSLY CLICK THE LINK

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This is one instance where you should read the comments. It just gets better!

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“The cocaine isn’t the point. The cocaine is a metaphor,” he explained wearily over the pile of cocaine. She folded her arms. She didn’t understand his cocaine. “Didn’t you read my manifesto?” The prostitute had read his manifesto. Why couldn’t she?

I’M SOBBING

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It’s hit me that very soon I will be seeing Jeff Mangum bellow his beautiful enormous heart out right in front of me, and that it will be in Prague, of all places… I just don’t know how to process that. It seems foreign and ideal enough to be alien, the stuff of dreams and only dreams, fuck. If nothing else comes of this year but that hour and a half of watching him perform, I’ll be ok.

(ALSO: goulash and getting sloshed in town squares in the sunshine. singing along to favourite songs by the national in a packed piazza. discovering new museums and new favourite artists and new loves. talking to interesting people about interesting things. beautiful buildings that render you speechless, breathless. VITAMIN D.)

TIP:

greet someone by saying “Hello (name), this is odd…” while looking out into the distance

even if you had been planning to meet them all along

you’ll both be transported into a mystery novel!

+12 intrigue points

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

browngirlblues:

Samira Wiley as James Dean photographed by Sid Avery

I need a moment

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You have to have a certain detachment in order to see beauty for yourself rather than something that has been put in quotation marks to be understood as “beauty.” Think about Dutch painting, where sunlight is falling on a basin of water and a woman is standing there in the clothes that she would wear when she wakes up in the morning—that beauty is a casual glimpse of something very ordinary. Or a painting like Rembrandt’s Carcass of Beef, where a simple piece of meat caught his eye because there was something mysterious about it. You also get that in Edward Hopper: Look at the sunlight! or Look at the human being! These are instances of genius. Cultures cherish artists because they are people who can say, Look at that. And it’s not Versailles. It’s a brick wall with a ray of sunlight falling on it. Marilynne Robinson (via et—cetera)
bramblepatch:

from Passing English of the Victorian Era
I’m gonna bring this back if it’s the last thing I do

bramblepatch:

from Passing English of the Victorian Era

I’m gonna bring this back if it’s the last thing I do

Monday, July 7, 2014

"it’s just chilling, you know? kicking it with someone, talking, making mad stupid jokes. and, like, not even wanting to go to sleep, ‘cause then you might be without ‘em for a minute. and you don’t want that."

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Sunday, July 6, 2014

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Friday, July 4, 2014

This isn’t life. I’ll wake up soon.

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pixography:

Salvador Dali ~ “Dream caused by the Flight of a Bee around a Pomegranate a Second before Waking up”, 1944

pixography:

Salvador Dali ~ “Dream caused by the Flight of a Bee around a Pomegranate a Second before Waking up”, 1944