May 2012
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“there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him...”
– Charles Bukowski, Bluebird
their-theyre-there asked: Your choice of imagery and words is absolutely beautiful. Who do you think you are?
The Noose of Jah City by King Krule
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The impersonal geometry of personal spaces; anonymous planes abut and intersect, almost haughty in their indifference to the clutter of human life. Sometimes you wake in the night and gain an inkling of these facts, a somnambulant understanding of the inhuman world, but in falling back asleep before stirring again in the human morning such knowledge is submerged in the dream of your waking life....
Fragments of the Future by Grimes
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“Don’t ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my...”
– Anonymous
Anonymous asked: you.... i can't even think of a word. you seem unbelievably amazing.
Veridis Quo (Mrs Flat remix) by Daft Punk
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“And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey...”
– Edgar Allan Poe, from “To One In Paradise”
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This world is too far above us for its harmony to touch our souls. A great silence, like an impenetrable wall, shrouds its life from our understanding. White, therefore, has this harmony of silence, which works upon us negatively, like many pauses in music that break temporarily the melody. It is not a dead silence, but one pregnant with possibilities. White has the appeal of the nothingness that...