Senor Kurtz

Dance first, think later.

[1264doghouse]

Rory Gallagher

[theehorsepusssy]

STEREOLAB- Super Falling Star (Moog Version)

[dogposts]

This is Max.

[lfc-unbelievables]

Netherlands players surround Cody Gakpo after his emotional goal

[addiah]

Nicole Murphy

[jabberding0]

Meet Oropherion, a majestic male Martial Eagle with his trainer

[reading-writing-revolution]

[peony911-2]

❤️🥰🙌🏻

[ladythatsmyskull]

[motorella]

Zündapp KS 750

[sergei1963sblog]

Kawasaki Z1 900cc. 1972-1976

[last-picture-show]

Agnès Varda, Mardi Gras, 1953

[enchantedbook]

“La Danza Griega” (The Greek Dance) by the Argentine artist Jorge Larco.

[gadawg-404]

[vintage-tigre]

Masked Woman By the Sea by Helmut Newton, Monte Carlo, 1981

[dutch-nt]

[senorkurtz]

Maybe tomorrow they'll still be there, mafketels

[reijndeers]

laat me m’n eigen gang maar gaan // ik heb ‘t altijd so gedaan

blatantly (ripped off) inspired by the album cover of ‘zonder bagage’ by ramses shaffy (which isn’t even the album the song is from but laat me suits cruijff so forgive me) and the original clears but yk. this has cruijff. (album dropped the same year cruijff won his first ballon d’or btw oh to be in amsterdam in the early 70s)

100% biased here but i doubt there will ever be another footballer/coach which will ever influence modern football and almost everything attached to it in the way that cruijff did. it may not be in the most overt way, but the majority of ideas that are commonplace now somehow make their way back to him. i think another hundred years could pass and he would still resist fading into irrelevancy.

i have about a million more things i could say about him (and i wasn’t even close to being old enough to see him coach let alone play) but i’d be typing for hours lol so i’ll leave it here

[richardstabbert]

“I Remain”

I have navigated the dangerous waters of queerness and not been swept away.

Danced on a dance floor numbed and afraid , friends and lovers vanishing as I wait for the music to change.

Assaulted and Insulted, I have shouted my rage to the moon and wept alone in my room.

The child born of scorn, tearing away at the words that would try to define me.

On Sunday I can marry and on Monday be dismissed from my job and kicked from my home.

From a yellow brick road, I have and stumbled and fallen and ridden the shoulders of every one that paved the way.

For every stone that has been thrown with aim, for every tortured cry, behind every prison bar, from every last picked humiliated child..I remain…Richard Stabbert