hey I have been in st.ives for a few days and now I’m back at the flat in london, also I decided it was a good idea to buy a table in st.ives and carry it all the way back on the train so I’m tired and my arms hurt.

hey I have been in st.ives for a few days and now I’m back at the flat in london, also I decided it was a good idea to buy a table in st.ives and carry it all the way back on the train so I’m tired and my arms hurt.

I wouldn’t necessarily mind people not knowing I’m gay, but I don’t like being thought of as straight — in the same way that I don’t mind people not knowing I’m a writer, but it would be awkward if they assumed I was an extreme skateboarder, because that’s so far removed from the reality of my life. But there is no blank slate where orientation is concerned; we are straight until proven otherwise. And if you’ve never seen how dramatically a conversation can be derailed by a casual admission of homosexuality, let me tell you, it gets awkward.

objectoccult:

Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”

objectoccult:

Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”

(via comme-des-filles)

Aren’t you, like me, hoping that some person, thing, or event will come along to give you that final feeling of inner well-being you desire? Don’t you often hope: ‘May this book, idea, course, trip, job, country or relationship fulfill my deepest desire.’ But as long as you are waiting for that mysterious moment you will go on running helter-skelter, always anxious and restless, always lustful and angry, never fully satisfied. You know that this is the compulsiveness that keeps us going and busy, but at the same time makes us wonder whether we are getting anywhere in the long run. This is the way to spiritual exhaustion and burn-out. This is the way to spiritual death.

Henri J.M. Nouwen, Life of the Beloved: Spiritual Living in a Secular World  (via bluegirls)

(via youngadultfrictions)

primadollly:

reck-lustt:


We’re living in an era where capturing moments using our phones is more important than actually living these moments with whoever is beside us.

this. 

we’re living in an era where some underpaid employee has to scrub this bullshit off of the public transportation, just because you had a moment of pseudo-profoundness that no one would be aware of if it weren’t for your use of technology in the first place

primadollly:

reck-lustt:

We’re living in an era where capturing moments using our phones is more important than actually living these moments with whoever is beside us.

this. 

we’re living in an era where some underpaid employee has to scrub this bullshit off of the public transportation, just because you had a moment of pseudo-profoundness that no one would be aware of if it weren’t for your use of technology in the first place

(via insehcts)