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  2. (Source: marleens-diary)

     

  3. kathartie:

    Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
    Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
    Maybe I’m too young

    To keep good love from going wrong

    But tonight you’re on my mind, so, you never know

    Broken down and hungry for your love

    With no way to feed it
    Where are you tonight, child you know how much I need it
    Too young to hold on

    And too old to just break free and run

    Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
    And much too blind to see the damage he’s done
    Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

    So I’ll wait for you and I’ll burn
    Will I ever see your sweet return
    Oh will I ever learn

    Oh lover, you should’ve come over
    'Cause it's not too late

    Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
    Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him 
    My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

    It’s never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
    It’s never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
    It’s never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
    It’s never over, she’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

    Well maybe I’m just too young 
    To keep good love from going wrong 

    Oh… lover, you should’ve come over

    Well I feel too young to hold on
    And I’m much too old to break free and run
    Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage I’ve done
    Sweet lover, you should’ve come over
    Oh, love well I’m waiting for you

    Lover, you should’ve come over
    'Cause it's not too late

     
  4. "Love this photo. *From a friend who worked at Disneyland."

    I’m not like, a “Disney Person” but this is cute as hell.

    (Source: owljjolson, via kelposey)

     
  5. thomeyorker:

    David Lynch around 1966, when he was an art student at the PAFA

    (via littlebunnysunshine)

     
  6. asylum-art:

    A Towering Figure Enclosed Within a Glass Greenhouse by Susanne Ussing

    Susanne Ussing, ‘I Drivhuset’ (‘In the Greenhouse’), 1980. Ussing was a Danish artist and architect, with a special interest ceramics. This mixed-media piece brings together the world of sculpture and architecture by placing the former inside the latter. Classical parallels are easily conjured here. Like a latter-day (and feminine) Zeus at Olympia, this ginormous female figure is too large for the confines of the glasshouse, which looks like it might shatter were she to move too freely; like a Crouching Aphrodite of immodest proportions, she looks vulnerable and coquettish all at once. At the same time, her skin of newspapers and skeleton of metal and wood thoroughly modern - not quite distracting from the gracefulness of her pose, but instead under-girding her with firm foundations.

    Susanne Ussing (1940-1998, Danish) - I Drivhuset installed at Ordrupgaardsamlingen (In the Glasshouse), Denmark, 1980. It is composed of granite and porous materials.

    (via kelposey)

     
  7. hawkeye #2

    (Source: clintsbishop, via kelposey)

     
  8. permaidpermaid:

    Permaid enjoys the beach

     
  9. (Source: sandandglass, via kelposey)

     

  10. crow-boy:

    St. Vincent - Landmines - Marry Me

    I’m crawling through landmines
    Just to know where you are
    There’s smoke in my eyes
    Cause you’re burning the ground

    I’m crawling through landmines
    Just to feel where you are
    Under cover of night I put a pearl in the ground

    Where’d you go?
    Not so far
    Please don’t go
    Not too far
    Where’d you go?
    Not so far
    Please don’t go
    Not so far

    I found your ring with the feather on
    One arm in and one arm gone
    Save this ring let’s bring Paris right here

    Oh, my dear
    My love
    Do you know, my love? do you know?

    I’m crawling through landmines
    Just to feel where you’ve been
    There’s gauze over my eyes
    But you’re leaving this trail

    I’m crawling through landmines
    I know cause I planted them
    Under cover of night I put my heart in the ground

    Where’d you go?
    Not so far
    Please don’t go
    Not too far
    Where’d you go?
    Not so far
    Please don’t go
    Not so far

    I found your glove with the leather torn
    Five fingers that I’m counting on
    Smoke signals to call you right here

    Oh, my love
    My dear
    my love
    my dear