I Sing the Body Electric
Hello darkness my old friend, please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a street-walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm, and I'm sure all that glitters is gold. I'm often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow. I need a fix 'cause I'm going down. So before I sink into the big sleep I want to hear the scream of the butterfly. Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name.  Manta Rays.
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis    (via razairazerci)

Posted on May 17th (11:09pm), 14 hours ago

ifyoucarryonthisway:

i dont understand people who only listen to what music is popular on the radio at the moment and dont get involved in individual bands and dont form connections with singers or spend 10 hours a day thinking about one band guy like how do you enjoy music and not have it completely consume your entire life i would like to know that secret 

Posted on May 16th (10:10pm), 1 day ago
ladiesofthe60s:


Marianne Faithfull photographed by John Kelly ca. 1967

Broadway, 1929

Posted on May 16th (9:56pm), 1 day ago

tumblr is like egypt nobody understands us and we worship cats

Posted on May 16th (9:56pm), 1 day ago
bohemea:

Florence Welch by Ruven Afanador
anamorphosis-and-isolate:

“You don’t love me anymore, do you?”


“A plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least for a little bit. [When] asked if I know of any artist who pulled that off, I reply, “The Beatles did” -Writer Kurt Vonnegut
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