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A beatific flurry of misanthropy and nocturnalism.

The highest form of ignorance is when you reject something you don’t know anything about.

—Wayne Dyer (via lazyyogi)

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Radiohead

—The Tourist

you ask me where the hell I’m going at a thousand feet per second

(Source: a-list-playlist)

the observer

the observer

TV On The Radio

—Caffeinated Consciousness

biogeekgrrl:

In severed light
Our souls are damaged 
And with that caged
To the cause of light
Now I can see
Another language
Gone optimistic
We’re gonna survive

For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground, a place where sound was alien.

Roberto Bolaño, from 2666 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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blejz:

Bernice Bing (1936 - 1998)
A San Francisco native, Chinese American, artist, lesbian, community activist—Bernice Bing, was a bridge between many worlds. She came of age during the Beat era and entered the San Francisco arts landscape in the 1960s with her paintings, which synthesize abstract modernist painting with Chinese calligraphy.

blejz:

Bernice Bing (1936 - 1998)

A San Francisco native, Chinese American, artist, lesbian, community activist—Bernice Bing, was a bridge between many worlds. She came of age during the Beat era and entered the San Francisco arts landscape in the 1960s with her paintings, which synthesize abstract modernist painting with Chinese calligraphy.

(via empirescollapse)