October 20, 2014

Michel-Martin Drolling, Achilles (1910) / Arctic Monkeys, Crying Lightning (2009)


Michel-Martin Drolling, Achilles (1910) / Arctic Monkeys, Crying Lightning (2009)

(via chicago-poet)

9:30pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZkDB2y1TdlhmO
Filed under: nice queue applause 
October 20, 2014


So I drive by this house every day on my way to work and it is definitely the Skeleton War HQ

Photo Source: [x]

(via abagofkats)

October 20, 2014


"Your sickness is your shibboleth, your sex is your sickness…"

The Indelicates - Ill

October 20, 2014

harry and ginny unwittingly find themselves in muggle london a little too close to halloween


harry and ginny unwittingly find themselves in muggle london a little too close to halloween

(via weretaire)

October 20, 2014

(Source: textsfromblackbooks)

6:42pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZkDB2y1Td1yb5
Filed under: me 
October 20, 2014

I’m sitting in the living room of my house trying to pysch myself up to go back to the library and finish my essay on self-fashioning and power in sonnet sequences

come on Lucy, on your bike

October 20, 2014

I’ve discovered an unholy combination of peanut butter and dr oetker vanilla icing

as a result of said discovery I’m now going for a bike ride

October 20, 2014

(Source: lizgillies, via strangelyhotdwarves)

October 20, 2014

ERGH this essay is a piece of shite

October 20, 2014

this essay is basically an exercise in me showing off about cultural history

October 20, 2014


Als ich wie ein Vogel war | German Democratic Republic | Ostrock

• Because I felt nostalgic as fuck after watching Der Turm (The Tower) which chronicles the years of a East German family in the 1980s in Dresden. (it’s still available in the ARD Mediathek if you haven’t seen it yet.)

• Here’s a collection of songs from East Germany before the fall of the Berlin wall. Includes songs you might know if you know some 70s/80s East German music from that era, and some you might not. It could be interesting for all you non-English speakers what the youth listened to that grew up in a socialist state like the GDR.

(and Als ich wie ein Vogel war isn’t on here, because I couldn’t find a decent version on youtube and the audio quality of the film version was terrible…)

01 Der blaue Planet (Karat) / 02 Türen öffnen sich zur Stadt (Puhdys) / 03 Am Fenster [live] (City) / 04 Mein Herz soll ein Wasser sein (Reform) / 05 Schlohweißer Tag (Silly) / 06 Halte durch (Karussel) / 07 Das Lied von der Sehnsucht (Pankow) / 08 Ketten werden knapper (Klaus Renft Combo) / 09 Traumpaar (Silly) / 10 Wunderland (IC Falkenberg) / 11 Verdammt (Manfred Krug) / 12 Und ich liebe dich (Karat)
 13 Wenn ein Mensch lebt (Puhdys) /

* Extra  (because I just really really like his covers, okay?)
14 Mein Herz soll ein Wasser sein (Lift w/ Jan Josef Liefers) / 15 Wo bist du? (Jan Josef Liefers w/ Ina Müller, orig. Silly from 1996)

Listen on 8tracks.

(via lategoodbye)

October 20, 2014

fuck Edmund Spenser. Fuck him

October 20, 2014

my essay is falling to pieces dammit

October 20, 2014
"The first time he calls you holy,
you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt.
The second time,
you moan gospel around his fingers
between your teeth.
He has always surprised
you into surprising yourself.
Because he’s an angel hiding his halo
behind his back and
nothing has ever felt so filthy
as plucking the wings from his shoulders—
undressing his softness
one feather at a time.
God, if you’re out there,
if you’re listening,
he fucks like a seraphim,
and there’s no part of scripture
that ever prepared you for his hands.
Hands that map a communion
in the cradle of your hips.
Hands that kiss hymns up your sides.
He confesses how long he’s looked
for a place to worship and,
you put him on his knees.
When he sinks to the floor and moans
like he can’t help himself,
you wonder if the other angels
fell so sweet.
He says his prayers between your thighs
and you dig your heels into the base of his spine
until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue.
You will ruin him and he will thank you;
he will say please.
No damnation ever looked as cozy as this,
but you fit over his hips like they
were made for you.
You fit, you fit, you fit.
On top of him, you are an ancient god
that only he remembers and he
offers up his skin.
And you take it.
Who knew sacrifice was so profane?
And once you’ve taught him how to hold
your throat in one hand
and your heart in the other,
you will have forgotten every other word,
except his name."

PROFANE, by Ashe Vernon (via 5000letters)

(via msaether)

October 20, 2014


this is one of those timeswhenlucywasright: cycling in a scholar’s gown really does make everything okay

my URL is being used I am so happy

Liked posts on Tumblr: More liked posts »