roseofcimarron:

Nick Drake photographed by Tony Evans in 1971

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I spent the better part of my weekend with my 3 day old OMJM that I can say in utter happiness I finally was able to get, and partly celebrating John’s birthday by making musical love to it. It is indeed a time for newly embarked journeys and pages blissfully blank… Happy Birthday John! 

I spent the better part of my weekend with my 3 day old OMJM that I can say in utter happiness I finally was able to get, and partly celebrating John’s birthday by making musical love to it. It is indeed a time for newly embarked journeys and pages blissfully blank… Happy Birthday John! 

My books have finally arrived- happiness, just for a little while… 

My books have finally arrived- 
happiness, just for a little while… 

The story of life
is quicker than the wink of an eye
The story of love
is hello and goodbye
Until we meet again…

The story of life

is quicker than the wink of an eye

The story of love

is hello and goodbye

Until we meet again…

"When he was 11 years old, his father- a Spanish teacher who used to drive his boy out of San Diego and over the Mexican border for haircuts- left the family. So now the child didn’t have a dad around anymore. He became fixated on dads as a result. He would visit the houses of his friends and neighbors, not to hang out with his buddies but to hang out with his buddies’ dads. While the other kids were outside playing kickball in the sun, he would slip into the darkened den and sit there with somebody’s father for the entire afternoon, listening to Sinatra records and talking about home insurance. He’d pretend to be a much older man, maybe even a father himself. Kicked back in some grown man’s Barcalounger, this skinny little kid would clear his throat, lean forward and say, “So. How long you been with Aetna, Bob?” He wanted to be old so bad it drove him nuts. He couldn’t wait to shave. At 11, he wore his grandfather’s hat and cane. And he loved the music that old men loved. Music with some grizzled hair on its chest. Music whose day was long over. Dead music. Dad music. How ‘bout that brass section, Bob?” he’d say to somebody’s father while listening to the hi-fi on a quiet afternoon. “Can’t find players like that anymore, can you, Bob?” This was back when he was in, like, sixth grade."

— “Play It Like Your Hair’s On Fire,” Elizabeth Gilbert on Tom Waits (which was circulating here a few days back and thank you)

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Life is like walking in the rain… you can hide and take cover or you can just get wet.- Madeleine Forney (Hesher)

Life is like walking in the rain… you can hide and take cover or you can just get wet.

-
 Madeleine Forney (Hesher)

My seclusion was interrupted as I was going deeper into the mistiness of old ages. I imagined myself in an ancient time, where my state of being would be less damaged and more evolved, more real. I always thought that I was intruding into someone else’s life by living mine because I never quite felt I belonged here. I was estranged and disintegrated from my society, and they sure couldn’t care less.

I daydreamed about those places- the more I dreamed, my reality worsened.

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slaughterhouse90210:

“The important thing was to love rather than to be loved.”  — W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage

slaughterhouse90210:

“The important thing was to love rather than to be loved.” 
— W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage

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Laura Marling’s third album called ”A Creature I Don’t Know” will be released tomorrow. This is a song from that record, ”Sophia”. Do yourself a favor and watch it, she’s truly graceful.

predatorywaspobserver:

“On The Road is the name of this opus; I want to write about the crazy generation and put them on the map and give them importance and make everything begin to change once more, as it always does every twenty years. When I die I’ll be a shroud swimming in the Parade on the River, with skinny white arms and Lotus-Eyes, and that will be that, at night.”
- Jack Kerouac in a letter to Allen Ginsberg (July 11, 1949) 
(Photograph by Al Hinkle, 1952)

predatorywaspobserver:

“On The Road is the name of this opus; I want to write about the crazy generation and put them on the map and give them importance and make everything begin to change once more, as it always does every twenty years. When I die I’ll be a shroud swimming in the Parade on the River, with skinny white arms and Lotus-Eyes, and that will be that, at night.”

- Jack Kerouac in a letter to Allen Ginsberg (July 11, 1949) 

(Photograph by Al Hinkle, 1952)

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