At the end of this burning world
You'll stand proud, face upheld
And I'll follow you, into Heaven or Hell
And I'll become, as a girl
In the desperate kingdom of love.

lovelykeba:

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(via ofuru)

catsbeaversandducks:

Post-it Notes Left on the Train

Writer and illustrator October Jones, the creative genius behind Text From Dog and these funny train commute doodles, is at it again with these hilarious motivational post-it notes that he leaves on the train and in other random places.The upbeat doodles, which star Jonesā€™ adorable character Peppy the Inspirational Cat, convey positive and funny messages meant to motivate daily commuters. Whether youā€™re feeling the Monday blues or in need of some encouragement, Jonesā€™ delightful post-it notes are sure to brighten your day and remind you just how awesome you are.

Via My Modern MetropolisĀ 

(via begottencobaltdream)

loriadorable:

donutsornonuts:

We are gathered here today because SOMEBODY *glares at coffin* couldnā€™t stay alive.

Basically exactly how it goes when someone commits suicide tbh

iaintnobodyswhore:

Patti by Lynn Goldsmith

(via soulbots)

Heaven is a place on Earth

Finally, I made it into Pitchfork! By way of Cocteau Twins, of course. I don’t have either of the reissued LPs reviewed there so I don’t know how the mastering sounds. (I’d assume it’s fine as the other LP reissues from 4AD that I own sound great.) The reissue CD of Heaven or Las Vegas is one of my most favored possessions tho. It was a constant companion during the summer of 2007 as I drove back and forth to DC. The dreaming lulls of the season’s heated hypnotism proved to be the perfect ambience for this music. Three hours driving either way, I spent an hour of it in some intermediate countryside which is when I listened to the album. The speed of the car and the lush surrounding fields were the perfect time and space for the likes of “Cherry-Coloured Funk” and “Heaven or Las Vegas” and “Iceblink Luck”. Chrome, asphalt, heat, grass, and petrol. Windows of the car rolled down, naturally. The utter beauty of “Frou-Frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires” at night was the perfect experience for that song in my mind. The red and yellow euphoria of the album during that summer made that hour of the drive fold into so many fewer minutes. It was a great summer and the perfect way to enjoy that album. Sometimes I wish I’d discovered Cocteau Twins as a teen, but that wouldn’t have worked as well. Being stuck at home without a car, the ethereal world of Enya was the ticket to a different world. All I had to do was lay down. But years later racing on my heart living my dream, the forward momentum (a la “Fotzepolitic”) and lush romance of Heaven or Las Vegas was all I needed to love this band so much. And now it’s a place of escape to greater peace when I’m stationary. I don’t have to choose Heaven or Earth in the Cocteau Twins. It’s always here when you need it.

afrocentricmisfit:

grandmotherā€™s kikwembe.

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