In a lonely place

{there's no description for my lonely place}

[meteora-v]

Robert in Wonderland :D

[thecuremania]

In case nobody knew this is actually THE best thing.

[kokoroo33]

[kokoroo33]

John Richards on Twitter

“Just played some new #shoegaze from Australia's @lowtide_ on @kexp. Great stuff. Check `em out https://t.co/uzS2PClq7g https://t.co/mjX74di

[kokoroo33]

(vía https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xR4SLpt82A)

[curestuff]

Robert: “For me, the heart of the live band has always been Simon, and he’s always been my best friend. It’s weird that over the years and the decades he’s often been overlooked. He doesn’t do interviews, he isn’t really out there and he doesn’t play the role of a foil to me in public, and yet he’s absolutely vital to what we do. We’ve had some difficult periods over the years but we’ve managed to maintain a very strong friendship that grew out of that shared experience from when we were teens. When you have friends like that, particularly for that long, it would take something really extraordinary for that friendship to break. You’ve done so much together, you’ve so much shared experience, you just don’t want to lose friends like that.” (NME 2019)

[judelaw]

I love how their post says “A better, more positive Tumblr” as if female nipples are what’s ruining the experience on this website and not bullies, racists, homophobes and actual nazis

[thegoodvybe]

[resplend3nt-rap4cious]

❥

[toxicalert]

[moondust027]

No soporto la mediocridad de quien tiene que humillar a otro para sentirse importante

[pamelamartini]

My first job in São Paulo :)

[kokoroo33]

A word that means....

[splinterfix]

(via The Jesus and Mary Chain Releasing First New Album in Over 18 Years | Pitchfork)

[t0xicteenx]

∆Grunge/Indie∇

[kokoroo33]

Cold Cave

[kokoroo33]

Cemetery in Palma, Mallorca, Spain

[kokoroo33]

Cemetery in Valldemossa, Mallorca, Spain

[absinthundrosen]

[phoenixheartsongrising]

Sometimes you get so used to the noise To the chaos and the doing of things That when the silence comes You don’t know what to do with yourself. You’re left In this wasteland of quiet Left to your thoughts Left to your dreams Left to your memories of how things ought to be. You get so used to the warmth of another heart curled around yours That when that security blanket is gone You’re neither alone nor lonely But some amalgamation of the two. You breathe You sigh You whisper into the darkness You stare unblinking into the light And you shake at the silent judgement that comes in the stillness. You become a statue Unmoved Unyielding Untouched Sculpted from the fires of hell Molded from days which words cannot do justice Brought to bear by the ache rooted so deeply within you It cannot be excavated with mere conjecture and a pretty turn of phrase. You are trapped within this web of quietude Deaf to all the world Save the beat of a heart The heart Your heart That throbs in the distance calling you home.

© Courtney Turley 2016