“Come here, my children, all my beautiful children!”
(via mailbomb)
“Come here, my children, all my beautiful children!”
(via mailbomb)
The only reason I look forward to ever driving is to listen to mixtapes on the highway. :]
The Delfonics - Hey Love
Could there be a sadder sounding song?
Jim O’Rourke - Happy Holidays
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I’m going to a place
Where the women have nothing on
But the radio
Turned up to 10
Too loud for me to think
I’m hoping if I blink
I don’t wake up here
One of life’s greatest sins
Is that you’re over when it begins
Goodbye mouth canyon
You were very much to see
But I only came to leave
Quite a soothing cover design I came across by chance. This happens to be my (first) name in Korean. :]
A-frame in Southern Iceland between the Jökulsáurlón (a glacial lagoon) and the town of Höfn.
Submitted by Anna Lena Artis.
“If you work with love and intelligence, you develop a kind of armour against people’s opinions, just because of the sincerity of your love for nature and art. Nature is also severe and, to put it that way, hard, but never deceives and always helps you to move forward.”
—Vincent van Gogh
It seems that I’m incapable of learning new words at this point. And yet each day I keep learning new ideas and feelings, and they leave a mark on me — I can’t do anything about that. And so, as a result, there is a gap, or lag, between my objects of expression and my means of expression. The best solution I’ve come up with so far to close this ever-widening gap is not to try to acquire new words, or building blocks, but rather to push my own limits of expression through an increasing range of permutations of my same old, simple vocabulary.
Once was lost, now am found.
(Nah, I ain’t no Christian. But I am grateful for the fact that religion exists on this earth, in all its forms. It is like air.)







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