#deafdumbblind

[elizapdushku]

#101 The Truth from Deaf Dumb Blind by Clawfinger, 1993 #clawfinger #thetruth #deafdumbblind #musicilove #songaday #0411 https://www.instagram.com/p/CNlFrqvsmDt/?igshid=1a35dt1da8hkg

[synthesizerbook]

Learning scales on the #sopranosaxophone and listening to an excellent musician that plays one too. #pharoahsanders #thembi and #deafdumbblind ...excellent music to go with the gorgeous weather outside. We are in the mixing stage of my next recordings and this is where my leisure time is leading me. It feels good. #makingthebestofit #greatjazz #freejazz #avantgarde #vinylcommunity #vinylrecords #saxophones https://www.instagram.com/p/B_3bQFQhd_r/?igshid=9kzx6jt9eb4c

[mrkinetik]

#tbt Grandparents' basement find. This album gets free and avant garde in many spots. I knew my grandparents loved music but this is certainly not the kind of music I thought they owned. Young Lonnie Liston Smith on piano here. #personalfavorites #pharoahsanders #DeafDumbBlind #SummunBukmunUmyun #jazz #vinyl #wax #basementjam

[chii-sweets]

I have two favorite words in my native language (Tagalog/Filipino); it was too hard to decide! The first is "mahal", it means love. It's often used as a pet name between couples. The second is "kawawa", which roughly translates to "poor thing". Whenever I hear that word, I think of a little tiny kitten that's cold and shivering and then you give it a little sweater to keep warm :3

Oooo~Filipino sounds like an amazing language!! It has such nice words ^^

In russian love is lyubov and poor little thing would be "bednyazka" 

[bugsy88]

deafdumbblind said: Thank you my love! Miss you, Cookie Monster! I know I’ve been MIA. It’s just been hard to be sociable. Loves you, sis.

Love you too. and I understand. *hugs*

[out-hiking]

I just really love your blog. I went on a camping trip in Klamath, CA earlier last month and your blog never ever fails to cure me of my need for the tree lol. Do you camp and/or hike a lot?

Oh yeah. Completely second nature to me. Stepping into a forest to me is like stepping into a church for many others. 

[sweetheart-thedrunk]

where is my crown

we are princesses without kings we are pictures without frames we skipped stones alone we read bedtime stories to ourselves and we sat upon our own shoulders beneath the bursts of july fireworks because of you we were not born daughters we entered this world as women and on our own we are princesses without kings

[sweetheart-thedrunk]

city limits

i have not been gone for very long but i have already found pieces of you that have stowed themselves away and traveled along the distance there are days when i hear your laugh in my lungs and afternoons where my senses become yours and I feel the sun on my back just as you would my plates hold your dinners and my chalice holds your wine your words escape my mouth and I spend many nights tossing and turning a midst your dreams and to think that passing city limits would be enough to escape you