He encontrado un tumblr con gifs de the cure y soy absurdamente feliz. No escarbéis, este es el bueno.
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La perfección geométrica de los enjambres
The secret to happiness is short-term, stupid self-interest!
Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans
they say New orleans is haunted… this has proved the theory 100%
I was sending photos like this to everyone when I started writing Nightmare in Silver. There is something uniquely disturbing about abandoned Amusement Parks.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)(el poema es de Sylvia Plath, la pinta Javier González Pacheco)
Estado mental: joder con la primavera. :D
Marina Abramovic meets Ulay
“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”
Por si aún no habíais visto esta joya.
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All the color I wouldn’t put in february goes here. Fire it up!
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what we believe, and our deep drive to surround ourselves with people who share the conventional wisdom to which we’ve subscribed is the ballet, the ongoing march of human madness.
new year’s doesn’t exist.
but energy exists.
parties exist.
agreements exist.
new year’s is just an agreement and a party.
we drive stakes into the ground every few feet….we divide our lives and the world into birthdays, years, marriages, celebrations, and failures and we tribe up with each other, hoping to find meaning at the markers, hoping to make sense of this place which indeed - at its core - makes absolutely no sense at all….we measure our lives out in coffeespoons.
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Neil Gaiman: My New Year's Wish →
It’s a New Year and with it comes a fresh opportunity to shape our world.
So this is my wish, a wish for me as much as it is a wish for you: in the world to come, let us be brave – let us walk into the dark without fear, and step into the unknown with smiles on our faces, even if we’re…
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What babe?
The babe with the power.
What power?
the power of voodoo.
who do?
you do!
do what?
Remind me of the babe.
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