Paul Simonon of the Clash at the Palladium, NYC 1979. Photo by Pennie Smith.

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Paul Simonon of the Clash at the Palladium, NYC 1979. Photo by Pennie Smith.
Text distorted, text from Oasis band half the world away(1/10) #processing #creativecoding
Tonight You just close your eyes And I just watch you Slip away
How close am I To losing you
PROTESTA 6.0 - Partee SCCL
Advice can be great and helpful, but it can also be unwarranted and not-that-beneficial depending on the circumstance. Sometimes all you really need is a little push and a little support <3
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He once told me about his love for lyrics. How the words spoke to him like poetry. I would often wonder about his playlist and the ghosts who lived there. The faces he saw and the voices he heard. The soundtrack to a thousand tragic endings, real or imagined. The first time I saw him, I noticed how haunted his eyes were. And I was drawn to him, in the way a melody draws a crowd to the dance floor. Pulled by invisible strings. Now I wonder if I am one of those ghosts- if I am somewhere, drifting between those notes. I hope I am. I hope whenever my song plays, I am there, whispering in his ear.
Lang Leav, “Soundtracks”
I’m really obsessed with this. Its at the Glasgow School of Art (GSA) and I like to think it has an amazingly interesting story behind it (but I like to think that about everything).
Cons of being a northerner: it’s cold
Pros of being a northerner: you never need to know a single other topic of conversation. Everything and anything can be about the cold. You don’t even need a personality. Saying hi to a friend? “Wow is sure is cold today!” Confessing to a loved one? “Hey I heard the windchill is gonna be -35 tonight. Haha wild!” Been stabbed in the leg and need to make small talk with the paramedic? “Hey I didn’t even know I was stabbed, since you know the cold was stabbing me already. Hahaha you feel me. Or not! We’re numb. I’m gonna Snapchat this with the temperature filter.”
Took a little journey to the unknown.
Saks Fifth Avenue - Nikola Denic
Room with a view
Loch an Eilein, Rothiemurchus Forest, Highlands, Scotland.
It’s official: I’ll spend my next semester in Plymouth✌🏻
This absolute legend.
reblogging for the sheer Halloween ambiance of these pics
Kind of an unsolicited side note/psa- for those of you who drive, and live in an area where you rake leaves into the street, PLEASE be careful this fall and not drive through the leaves next to the curb. Like you see here, Kitties like these leaf piles and will bury themselves because they can be hella warm, and you won’t be able to see them, especially not from a car. Please and thank you :)
Quiraing, Isle of Skye 2017.