April 13, 2014


Patti Smith / Pumping (My Heart)

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April 13, 2014

"I think about the five years when me and Ludie was together, and about all the bad time I seen since. Sometimes I almost wish I had never knew Ludie at all. It leaves you too lonesome afterwards. When you walk home in the evening on the way from work, it makes a little lonesome quinch come in you. And you take up with too many sorry men to try to get over the feeling."

/ The Member of the Wedding

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April 11, 2014

I love that i still find songs to keep me company over here

April 9, 2014


April 7, 2014
So much love for this album <3

So much love for this album <3

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April 7, 2014

Okay, let me just say that Prince George on the cover of the Evening Standard made me smile.

You gotta be grateful for the little things

April 6, 2014
"One thing that makes art different from life is that in art things have a shape; they have beginnings, middles, and endings. Whereas in life, things just drift along. In life, somebody has a cold, and you treat it as insignificant, and suddenly they die. Or they have a heart attack, and you are sodden with grief until they recover to life for thirty petulant years, demanding you wait on them. You think a love affair is ending, and you are gripped with Anna Karenina-ish drama, but two weeks later the guy is standing in your doorway, arms stretched up on the molding; jacket hanging open, a sheepish look on his face, saying, ‘Hey, take me back, will ya?’ Or you think a love affair is high and thriving, and you don’t notice that over the past months it has dwindled, dwindled, dwindled. In other words, in life one almost never has an emotion appropriate to an event. Either you don’t know the event is occurring, or you don’t know its significance. We celebrate births and weddings; we mourn deaths and divorces; yet what are we celebrating, what mourning? Rituals mark feelings, but feelings and events do not coincide. Feelings are large and spread over a lifetime. I will dance the polka with you and stamp my feet with vigor, celebrating every energy I have ever felt. But those energies were moments, not modifiable, not certifiable, not able to be fixed: you may be seduced into thinking my celebration is for you. Anyway, that is a thing art does for us: it allows us to fix our emotions on events at the moment they occur, it permits a union of heart and mind and tongue and tear. Whereas in life, from moment to moment, one can’t tell an onion from a piece of dry toast."

— Marilyn French, The Women’s Room. (via ablogwithaview)

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April 1, 2014

I wish there were more really happy days in life.

March 31, 2014

I watched Heathers for the millionth time today and this wasn’t my intention but here we are. 


I watched Heathers for the millionth time today and this wasn’t my intention but here we are. 

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March 29, 2014

Kate Bush / Rocket Man

March 25, 2014

Am i the only one who thinks of Stevie Nicks when they hear the voice that goes ‘stand back’ in the tube/underground/metro?

March 25, 2014

The Breakfast Club (1985)

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