Keith in Brussels, 1976

Keith in Brussels, 1976

(Source: keithrichardsarthritisfingers)

" A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go. "

- E.E. Cummings (via paige—-elizabeth)
secretsandsemantics:

This is a picture of James Baldwin and Lorraine Hansberry dancing.
It slays me. I have died.

secretsandsemantics:

This is a picture of James Baldwin and Lorraine Hansberry dancing.

It slays me. I have died.

" Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the “good life”, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be. "

- Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway (via thewinterwind)

(Source: itsthewinterwind)

" Reading in no way obliges us to understand. "

- Jacques Lacan, Seminar XX, trans. Bruce Fink (via proustitute)

The blow fish puffs up, okay? The blow fish puffs himself up four, five times larger than normal but why? Why does he do that? Because it makes him intimidating, that’s why. Intimidating so that the other scarier fish are scared off and that’s you. You are a blow fish. Don’t you see? It’s just all, all an illusion. It’s nothing but air. Now, who messes with the blow fish, Jesse? Nobody.

The blow fish puffs up, okay? The blow fish puffs himself up four, five times larger than normal but why? Why does he do that? Because it makes him intimidating, that’s why. Intimidating so that the other scarier fish are scared off and that’s you. You are a blow fish. Don’t you see? It’s just all, all an illusion. It’s nothing but air. Now, who messes with the blow fish, Jesse? Nobody.

(Source: emiliaclarkys)