beat on the brat

party with me punker

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
—Robert Frost, from ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ (via rabbitinthemoon)

been things, seen places

  • tunng — woodcat
  • air — il secondo giorno (instrumental)
  • cocorosie — werewolf
  • lykke li — i follow rivers
  • aphex twin — avril 14th
  • dustin o’halloran — variazone di un tango
  • royksopp - in space
  • mum — i’m 9 today
  • goldfrapp — cologne cerrone houdini
  • squarepusher — tommib help buss
  • mina — il cielo in una stanza
  • aphex twin — hy a scullyas lyf a dhagrow
  • patricia mabee — les barricades mysterious
  • colleen — the golden morning breaks
  • animal collective — my girls
  • cocteau twins — beatrix

speak your troubles
she’s not scared
soft like there’s silk

remember you and me
we laughed until we cried

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
—T.S. Eliot,  The Waste Land  (1922)

(Source: elisebrown)

hands play down to take a look at your face
there’s a daisy in her hair
(treachery) is good it’s the price to pay and stare

(Source: picalla)

holding me now for the first time is never enough
sweet black sugar on a licked up sky
I’m gonna go out of my mind
found this love for you alone
close my eyes and letting it go


My Bloody Valentine - Honey Power (Live)

Our love was and will always be deeper than any earthly differences we might have had. I loved my brother very much.

(Source: klchaps)

now I catch the shining sun
and I’m walking through the long wet grass
tear up clothes you used to wear
and you act as if you just don’t care

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.
—Vladimir Nabokov  (via rabbitinthemoon)

Vincent Olinet

The Stevens Sisters - Leonetti, Charmaine, and Cecile - sing and dance in the film, Broken Strings (1940).

(Source: classicladiesofcolor, via blackhistoryalbum)

misty morning in the springtime
lurking there beneath your feet
on the darkside let the light shine
think of me, don’t let me keep
these lips will find strawberry wine