- Pulp Fiction (via gube) (via brokenmachine) (via imperiousrex) (via killingbambi) (via luxembourg) (via spectra) (via buyhercandy) (via unicornology)
I miss our silences :(
- Pulp Fiction (via gube) (via brokenmachine) (via imperiousrex) (via killingbambi) (via luxembourg) (via spectra) (via buyhercandy) (via unicornology)
I miss our silences :(
Mr. Oizo — “Flat Beat” (1999, bitches)
Here is why I love Flat Eric.
Hell yeah.
However, after listening to 2manyDjs far too many times, I keep waiting for Funky Cold Madina to come in over the top.
yay it’s my turn
You’re getting our sloppy seconds. That same one came over me about 30 mins ago :)
small things you can do to change your perspective
(an ongoing list)
1. Change the height at which you perform everyday tasks. (i.e. brush your teeth while on your knees.)
2. Look under every object you encounter for a week.
3. Wear sunglasses all day (inside and outside). Notice how it feels to take them off.
4. Alter your body somehow so as to impede your motor function slightly. i.e. tie two fingers together.
5. For one day greet everyone you encounter with “top o’ the morning to ya!”
6. Speak through a tube, (paper towel tube).
7. Move frequently used items (i.e. salt and pepper shakers) to places they are not normally found.
8. Place something small behind your ear for an entire day. See if you forget about it. (my husband does this)
9. Cut your food into new and interesting shapes. Arrange your dinner (or your table items) into a “grid” formation.
10. Exclude one vowel from all of your email.
11. For one month create all of your correspondence on an outdated form of technology. (i.e. typewriter, pen & paper, dictaphone).
12. Add something to your name. (“the 3rd”, “the great”, “the illustrious”) Alternate: Add some letters to your name but don’t tell anyone.
13. Sponsor a contest based on an everyday task. (i.e. “Contest for person whose socks stay up consistently”)
By Keri Smith
The selby (via Le Love)
(via niki)
Oh yeah, yeah. Rudd’s gonna be awesome.
Guess I should have caught your call
But I just had to waste the phone forget it all
Bones are trembling hands are cold
You don’t know how it feels you’ve got me up against the wall
Maybe we could make this work
But now you start to leave before it’s getting worse
I don’t know what you came here for
It’s almost that I wish we hadn’t met at all
You slap just like a wake-up call
The bruises on the face don’t bother me at all
Bones are trembling hands are cold
It’s almost that I wish you had me up against the wall