musicwavves:

Lower Dens — Brains

Brrrrrrrrr

It’s soooooooo colddddddddd

no-leaving-newyork:

lower dens  - i get nervous

Words are full of indecision
They evince the troubled nimble wit

Oh, nothing in return
But storm and pessimism instead of dreaming

And I have nothing to be nervous about
Hungering over you

nanquimazul:

Wilco - You and I

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Source: stridesthebehemoth)

museumuesum:

John Baldessari
I Will Not Make Any More Boring Art, 1971
Lithograph: 22 1/2 × 30 in. (57.2 × 76.2 cm).

museumuesum:

John Baldessari

I Will Not Make Any More Boring Art, 1971

Lithograph: 22 1/2 × 30 in. (57.2 × 76.2 cm).

(Source: luxxjasper)

so this happened

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musicyoushouldlisten:

Comment Te Dire Adieu?
Françoise Hardy
Comment Te Dire Adieu? (1968)

"

I grieve and dare not show my discontent;
I love, and yet am forced to seem to hate;
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant;
I seem stark mute, but inwardly do prate.
I am, and not; I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.

My care is like my shadow in the sun —
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands, and lies by me, doth what I have done;
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be suppressed.

Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, Love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low;
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die, and so forget what love e’er meant.

"
—Queen Elizabeth I, On Monsieur’s Departure (via thedarkersideofearth)

(via i-was-the-walrus)

arqvac:

I.M. Pei | Everson Museum of Art, 1965-69 Syracuse

arqvac:

I.M. Pei | Everson Museum of Art, 1965-69 Syracuse

(Source: facebook.com, via architecturepastebook)

Landfill

kyra-siobhan:

Throw me in the landfill, don’t think about the consequences. Throw me in the dirt pit, don’t think about the choices that you make. Throw me in the water, don’t think about the splash I will create. Leave me at the alter, knowing all the things you’ve just escaped.

(via dried-apricots)

revolutioniswhen:

I want you so much but I hate your guts.

(via dried-apricots)

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