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"Tonight, once more, life sinks its teeth into my heart." 

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry (via violentwavesofemotion)


"The Einstein of 1933 has become fairly reconciled to the occupation of popular idol … but his countenance still reflects the bewilderment of his early years as a demigod in spite of himself. Permanent astonishment shines from his great eyes under their apprehensive brows." 

Sep 28th at 3AM / via: newyorker / op: newyorker / 175 notes

Alva Johnston, in his 1933 Profile of Albert Einstein. (via newyorker)


"And maybe you were right when you said I’d never been in love. How can I explain why it’s safer just to be alone?" 

Grouper - Clearing (via closethesummer)


pepperonipotts:

'Ag fiafraí díom, ‘Cén fáth?
Cén fáth ar chuaigh sí thart i ngan fhios dom?’
Nó an dall atáim de bharr an …

Uisce ag teacht …’

-

'Asking myself, ‘Why?
Why did it go by without me noticing it?
Or am I blind because of the …

Water flowing towards me …’


"I would like to dedicate the next song to John, because he’s very jetlagged at the moment. I’ve known John for a long time, we’ve been friends a long time, and we’ve done a lot of touring together, and eh… jetlagged John is an absolute danger to himself and society at large. So this song is for him. Just some tips for you, John, okay? Just some handy tips for life." 

Lisa Hannigan at the iTunes Festival, dedicating the song ‘Safe Travels (Don’t Die)’ to John Smith. (via lovelylisahannigan)



post-punker:

The Velvet Underground, 1966, by Steve Schapiro

via loeildelaphotographie


sufferthegestalt:

"Art at its most potent is simply a description of objects and the space between them. It works as an honest mirror for society, in part because in order to find some true meaning there we have to project our own images and thoughts into the frame, onto the objects, the relationship between them. We are forced in the process to examine ourselves, whether or not we realise we are doing it. What we feel, where we fit, what we want, how we are fed." – Liz Harris

sufferthegestalt:

"Art at its most potent is simply a description of objects and the space between them. It works as an honest mirror for society, in part because in order to find some true meaning there we have to project our own images and thoughts into the frame, onto the objects, the relationship between them. We are forced in the process to examine ourselves, whether or not we realise we are doing it. What we feel, where we fit, what we want, how we are fed." – Liz Harris


Sep 13th at 8AM / via: ohcardigan / op: cultrecordsnyc / 6,670 notes

(Source: cultrecordsnyc)


feelingsforsomethinglost:

Because I have a little crush on Liz Harris from Grouper.

feelingsforsomethinglost:

Because I have a little crush on Liz Harris from Grouper.


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