Sarah Lyn Rogers
Sarah Lyn Rogers

September 16 2014, 07:01 PM

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Filed Under:  graphics  arcade fire  inspiration  

ohmylittleashes:

Old Arcade Fire show posters give me life.

September 16 2014, 06:07 PM

elflockmusic:

I’m really proud of this flier. Free show in Mountain View next Saturday.

Friday!
(I’m in this picture, too. Top right.)

elflockmusic:

I’m really proud of this flier. Free show in Mountain View next Saturday.

Friday!

(I’m in this picture, too. Top right.)

September 16 2014, 06:01 PM

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Filed Under:  reminder  warning  

neil-gaiman:

derych:

brucefuckingbanner:

mishasminions:

RELEVANT TO HUMANITY

Relevant to tumblr.

Relevant to existence.

I am afraid this is actually a true thing, whether you want it to be true or not.

September 16 2014, 05:01 PM

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Filed Under:  poetry  sara teasdale  my heart is heavy  

My heart is heavy with many a song
Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree,
But I can never give you one —
My songs do not belong to me.

Yet in the evening, in the dusk
When moths go to and fro,
In the gray hour if the fruit has fallen,
Take it, no one will know.

 - "My Heart is Heavy" Sara Teasdale (via thegraveyardpoets)

September 16 2014, 04:01 PM

autumndewilde:

Remembering Elliott Smith We took this photo on Parkman across the street from Café Tropical just off Sunset Blvd. A few days later we realized the ‘Hate You’ newsstand had been a prop for some film being made down the street. Love, AdW

autumndewilde:

Remembering Elliott Smith
We took this photo on Parkman across the street from Café Tropical just off Sunset Blvd. A few days later we realized the ‘Hate You’ newsstand had been a prop for some film being made down the street.
Love, AdW

September 16 2014, 03:01 PM

Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be:
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell,—Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee:
Say to her, “My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here.”

 - "Prayer to Persephone" Edna St. Vincent Millay (via thegraveyardpoets)

September 16 2014, 12:51 AM

n-nightingale:

Working in customer service

I can’t watch this show because I live it.

September 15 2014, 07:00 PM

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Filed Under:  art  painting  moby dick  spudd64  

spudd64:

I am thrilled to announce that the Moby-Dick prints are now available for purchase from Tin House at this link. They can be purchased individually or as a set. The large print is 16” by 20” and is of the new piece you see above on my drawing table. All 500 of them have been hand-signed and numbered by me. I was honestly stunned at how beautiful these were, from the print quality to the colors to the paper stock. The four smaller prints are 8” by 10” and are of the bottom four illustrations from my book Moby-Dick in Pictures.

September 15 2014, 06:00 PM

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Filed Under:  steve almond  on writing  

If you don’t feel comfortable writing about sex, then don’t.
By this, I mean writing about sex as it actually exists, in the real world, as an ecstatic, terrifying, and, above all, deeply emotional process. Real sex is compelling to read about because the participants are so utterly vulnerable. We are all, when the time comes to get naked, terribly excited and frightened and hopeful and doubtful, usually all at the same time. You mustn’t abandon your characters in their time of need. You mustn’t make of them naked playthings with rubbery parts. You must love them, wholly and without shame, as they go about their human business. Because we’ve already got a name for sex without emotional content: pornography.

 - Steve Almond, “Hard-Up for a Hard-On” (via cerebralproxy)

September 15 2014, 05:01 PM

25 notes   •  VIA: fypoetry   •   SOURCE: ribcage-jailbird
Filed Under:  sylvia plath  poetry  jilted  

Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.

 - Sylvia Plath, “Jilted” (via ribcagejailbird)
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