P.T.S.D

Post Thrash Show Depression “I don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.”

[petrichour]

We sit and talk quietly, with long lapses of silence, and I am aware of the stream that has no language, coursing beneath the quiet heaven of your eyes, which has no speech.

William Carlos Williams (via petrichour)

[wordsnquotes]

There are days when that is the last place in the world where you want to be but you have to be there, like a movie, because it      features you.

Brautigan, Richard. ”The Necessity of Appearing in Your Own Face.” (via wordsnquotes)

[litverve]

It is raining today in the mountains. It is a warm green rain with love in its pockets for spring is here, and does not dream of death.

Richard Brautigan, from “The Return of the Rivers” (via litverve)

[wordsthat-speak]

And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.

Lonesome Traveler (Jack Kerouac)

[forgottengenres]

No man has the right to dictate what other men should perceive, create or produce, but all should be encouraged to reveal themselves, their perceptions and emotions, and to build confidence in the creative spirit.

Ansel Adams (via thatlitsite)

[wnq-writers]

Perhaps I am the worst type of person. I believe that deep down I am good, I believe that my actions are done with the goodness of my heart. But now when I look at myself, I cannot help but shiver at my own hypocrisy. Surely most people think the same? That they are acting with golden intentions. As the days go on, goodness fades not to evil but to indifference.

Adam Zucconi (via wordsnquotes)

[wolftramp]

Vintage Blog ☼ 

[postthrashshowdepression]

Destination, Solitude!

[renatabautista]

[nckdvs]

YOUR DAILY DOSE OF LIFESTYLE on NCK.DVS

[school-marm-charm]

Baby, they’re the greatest.

[phasesphrasesphotos]

Jackie Gleason presents Lazy Lively Love

1960

[visualobscurity]

Jackie Gleason from LIFE, 1958

[chadsstash]

#turbojugenddethbridge #turbojugend #turbonegro #turbolove

[postthrashshowdepression]

Quote of the day!

[metalbilly-deactivated20161103]

Ville in a Turbojugend jacket makes me happy.

[seinfeld]

This holiday season, a donation has been made in your name to The Human Fund - The Human Fund: Money for People.

[lacienegasmiled]

Steven Tyler holding a photo of him and Michael Jackson back in Studio 54 in 1977

[greatleapsideways-deactivated20]

But what lovers we were, what lover, Even when it was all over - the deadweight bull-black wines we swung towards each other rang and rang like bells of blood, our own great hearts. We slung the drunk boat out of port and watched our unreal sober life unmoor, a continent of grief; The candlelight strange on our faces like the silent tiny blazes And coruscations of its wars. We blew them out and took the stairs Into the night for the night’s work, stripped off in the timbered dark, Gently hooked each other on like aqualungs, and thundered down To mine our lovely secret wreck. We surfaced later, breathless, back To back, then made our way alone up the mined beach of the dawn.

- “The Wreck” by Don Paterson.

— Photography by Stan Douglas, Tod Papageorge (2, 5), Vanessa Winship (3, 4), Lise Sarfati, Mark Power, Alec Soth, Paul Gaffney, Andrea Modica.