reallyreallyreallytrying:

sometimes you see a real big train go past and think what if it never ends. part of your brain goes man what if… but it always does. and that’s what’s goin on

cowb0ygenius:

JULIEN BAKER @ NOSTROMO NASHVILLE, 8/7/2015

with original alternate lyrics for sour breath and rejoice ! 

borkthemork:

siliquasquama:

tiktoksformyfriends:

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Another example that humanity never really changed

loverfighter:

fleabag (2016) / don’t tell anyone, tony hoagland / co-star

cowb0ygenius:

Julien Baker - Guthrie (Japanese bonus track)

I only see what I really mean 
when I start talking you in my sleep.

Well I can be honest when I think it’s a dream,
I can make promises sober I’ll never keep.

And you can believe me as long as you want,
there’s nothing inside of here but blood and guts.

I hit the bottom, start pulling up floorboards, 
whatever I get, always need just a little bit more   

Catching a ride now to get on the first flight,
you told me it scares you the way that I was tonight.

Oh I miss when I was hurting about every little thing, 
so scared of forgetting that I put it down in ink.

Used to call upon a spirit, now I think heaven lets it rain- 
wanted so bad to be good but there’s no such thing

thecollectibles:

Quarantine Plein Air Paintings (oil on canvas) by Tomas Honz

y4nd3r3x:

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the signs do be kinda vibin doe 👀👉👈😳✊👊🖐️🥺🥺

inmynegativespace:

Yoooooooooooooooooo!

vvirginiawoolf:

digitalis-obscura:

johnmulaneysgf:

rawest fucking hozier lyrics in no particular order:

  • i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight
  • heat of her breath in my mouth; im alive
  • i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground
  • idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
  • and when the earth is trembling on some new beginning with the same sweet shock of when adam first came
  • every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside
  • the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen
  • if I was born as a blackthorn tree i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies
  • some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do
  • before the wave hits, marveling at god; before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea
  • betray the moon as acolyte on first and fierce affirming sight
  • i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me, I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me
  • screaming the name of a foreigner’s god; the purest expression of grief
  • sweet and right and merciful, i’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing
  • but you don’t know the hell you put me through; to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you
  • so i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i’m imagining you
  • my head was war, my skin was soaked, I called your name ‘til the fever broke
  • be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking
  • remember me, love, when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

true but how could you forget:

  • my peace has always been dependent, on all the ashes in my wake
  • I’m somewhere outside my life, babe, I keep scratching but somehow I can’t get in
  • And the nights were as dark as my baby, And half as beautiful too

lemme just add

  • true that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me, that the sound of the saw must be known by the tree
  • if secrets were like seeds, then i’m lying on the marble marvel of the flowers you have made
  • why would make out in words a cage for your own bird, when it sings so sweet the screaming, heaving fuckery of the world

storybookprincess:

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suddenly remembered this poem as i was making breakfast this morning & frantically googled “poem remembered to buy eggs?????????” & somehow managed to find it & it utterly knocked the wind out of me just as much as when i first read it

1dapologist:

karl bryullov, the last day of pompeii & phoebe bridgers, i know the end

Les repas - émoji édition 🇫🇷

langauchocolat:

🍞 pain m.
🥐 croissant m.
🥖 baguette f.
🥞 crêpes f. pl.
🧀 fromage m.
🍖 viande f. de porc 🐖 / de bœuf 🐄
🍗 poulet m.
🥓 lard m.
🍔 hamburger m.
🍟 (pommes) frites f. pl.
🍕 pizza f.
🍳 cuisine f.
🍲 repas m.
🥗 salade f.
🍝 spaghettis m. pl. / pâtes f. pl.
🍨 crème f. glacée
🍩 beignet m.
🍪 biscuit m.
🍰 gâteau m.
🍫 (barre f. de) chocolat m.
🍬 bonbon m.
🍭 sucette f.
🍮 flan m. pâtissier / parisien
🍯 miel m.
💧 eau f.
🥛 lait m.
☕ café m.
🍵 thé m.
🍾 alcool m.
🍷 vin m.
🍺 bière f.
🥂 champagne m.
🍽 couvert m.
🍴 fourchette f. et couteau m.
🥄 cuillère f.

À votre santé! 🍻

anthropologyofwater:

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— excerpt from war of the foxes: “portrait of fryderyk in shifting light” by richard siken