Stevie Wonder - Superstition

Friday!

thursday night, let’s eat some yarn

redpajamas:

Dr. Dog - “The Rabbit, the Bat, and the Reindeer”

I’m getting it back with that terrible feeling 
My vision is cracked, but it looks like it’s healing
I’m getting it back like it’s four in the morning
When the sun only shines as if it’s giving a warning

I will always reblog this song.

It’s a Stanley Kowalski kind of day.

drive safely, okay? Two sort of upsetting stories today about friends/colleagues in car accidents. So be careful, because I don’t want to hear any more. That’s an order.

Colson Whitehead helps you write your next novel, from Sunday’s NYT Book Review. (via damndanm)

I love Colson Whitehead beyond words. Especially his advice on how to write Social Realism: “You: A canny observer in a white suit and a fine cravat. The Culture: Just waiting for someone to explain it to itself. When these two krazy kidz get together, it’s zeitgeist!”

What it looks like when a magazine dies.

(photos of the last days at Gourmet.)

Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places. Thee the sea is always blue and so is the sky. A little white hotel with green shutters waits for you, each one of its rooms “a thing of twilight, bluish and roseate.”

Like a traveler weary of his journeying, you undress with the window open. The setting sun wears a red turban. The sea is dark blue. In the lush garden swallows are darting. When the night finally falls, veiled Scheherazade will bring mint tea to your bed.

In the meantime, silence and your shadow on the bare wall.

cjmeeks:

(via konrad)

“Then why you try to fuck him like one?”

Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett.