The Bones of You- Elbow
And it’s you and it’s me and we’re sleeping through the day and I’m five years ago and three thousand miles away.
Actually more like 6000 miles away
amour-propre
Shazrina | Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
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2012-03-15
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Source: kelseymarini
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2011-12-26
this is zach. he lives in adelaide. he is sometimes a contributor to this tumblr.
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2010-07-21
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]The Beatles - Girl
Was she told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure?
The deep breaths in the chorus were rumoured to have symbolized taking a long toke of a joint. Drug references!
I always thought this song is about me. I know, I’m perasan.
Source: bohemea
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2009-07-22
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2009-05-21
A teaser trailer to an unfinished faux film.
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2009-03-04
Untitled
“…I could feel the hot breath on my neck. Then the skin of my throat began to tingle as one’s flesh does when the hand that is to tickle it approaches nearer, nearer. I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the super sensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth, just touching and pausing there. I closed my eyes in languorous ecstasy and waited, waited with beating heart.”
Bram Stoker’s Dracula
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2009-02-27
Women like to think they own people that come out of them and men like to think they own people they go inside.
— Z
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2009-01-27
F. Scott Fitzgerald
“What I’m trying to say is just that I’ll have to ask you to have patience about the book and trust me that at last, or at least for the 1st time in years, I’m doing the best I can. I’ve gotten dozens of bad habits that I’m trying to get rid of…
1. Laziness
2. Referring everything to Zelda - a terrible habit, nothing ought to be referred to anybody until its finished.
3. Word consciousness - self doubt
ect. ect. ect. ect.
If I ever win the right to any leisure again I will assuredly not waste it as I wasted this past time. Please believe me when I say that now I’m doing the best I can.
Yours ever
Scott F
{ Extracts from a letter written by F. Scott Fitzgerald to Maxwell Perkins, Fitzgerald’s friend and literary advisor, dated April 10th, 1924. Shows that even one of the greatest writers of the 20th Century felt exactly like the rest of us. } -
2009-01-18


