herbgardening:

hippie-galaxy:

This is perfect.

YES

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centuriespast:

‘Night, most glorious night, thou wert not made for slumber’

by John MacWhirter

Date painted: 1874

Oil on canvas, 99 x 165 cm

Collection: Royal Holloway, University of London


wetheurban:

SPOTLIGHT: Stunning Geometric Tape Floor Installations by Jim Lambie

With regular vinyl tape, Glasgow-based artist Jim Lambie transforms any given space into a colorful, mesmerizing landscape that often create optical illusions.

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unquietcode:

man that looks fun

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neil-gaiman:

katiecoyle:

Two years ago, Neil Gaiman posted on Tumblr about the Hot Key Books Young Writers Prize. I love his writing; I love Coraline and ”The Doctor’s Wife” and “A Study in Emerald” and American Gods, and just everything, everything. I follow him on Tumblr and I saw his post. I had written a first chapter of something that may or may not have turned into a book had I not seen Neil Gaiman’s Tumblr post (or, more specifically, had my dude not seen the post and been like, “Look, you’re doing this,” and then accepted no excuses). I entered the contest; I wrote the book; I won the contest. The book was published in the UK (as Vivian Versus the Apocalypse) and it’s going to be published in the US (as Vivian Apple at the End of the World) and the truth is simply that it wouldn’t have happened in quite the way it did were it not for Neil Gaiman and his Tumblr.

Last night, Neil Gaiman was in San Francisco, reading stories out loud at the Warfield, accompanied by a string quartet and beautiful illustrations. Kevin bought tickets and we went. It was spellbinding, to sit rapt in the dark in a majestic old theater and listen to Neil Gaiman tell stories. There was the Doctor Who theme and a catchy song about Joan of Arc and “The Truth Is a Cave in the Black Mountains,” which is among my favorite things Neil Gaiman has ever written—spooky and intense and darkly funny. Afterwards, because Kevin is really great and reached out to tell Neil Gaiman about the effect his Tumblr had on my life, and because Neil Gaiman is really great and was excited to hear about it, we got to meet him and chat with him for a minute, and thank him, and give him a copy of a book he inadvertently helped bring into the world. He was completely lovely and gracious and welcoming and kind, even though it was late and he’d just read out loud for nearly two full hours. He was basically everything you’d imagine or hope Neil Gaiman to be, if you—like all of us—have ever spent time imagining or hoping for hypothetical conversations with Neil Gaiman.

I will never stop thanking Neil Gaiman in my head for what he unwittingly did for me, and so the moral of the story is this: you should follow the artists you love on their social media platforms. They will teach you things; they will spark your imagination; they will answer your questions if they can. Occasionally they will mention contests you might be eligible to enter. Enter the contests. 

This is wonderful. I’m so glad this Tumblr helped…

soundsof71:

Jimmy Page, Led Zeppelin, Manchester 1971

explore-blog:

Kafka on books and what reading does for the human soul – spectacular letter to his childhood friend

Anonymous asked:
i think you're so cool. i just read your "NAQ" page. u say we young fans will love our fave bands even more forty years from now when we're fifty somethings - that's so hard to believe XD i don't know how i could love the Beatles and the Who more than i do now

soundsof71:

Thank you for reading my /naq page! (Never Asked Questions— my lame name for an About page.) But me cool? I don’t think so. Pretty much everyone here is smarter and funnier than me, and has much more visual style. You all amaze me. 

Funny you should mention The Beatles and The Who in particular. The Beatles were my first musical passion, and for my wife, it was The Who. The love for your favorite bands grows deeper over time because you find more things to love, and you mark different milestones in your life with the music.

You see things from different perspectives too. I remember being in my early 40s when I realized that I’d already lived longer than John Lennon, who died at 40. I realized for the first time how incredibly young 40 is. I also came to appreciate that, even though John could be cruel and violent, he never stopped trying to be better. He got into therapy, was open about his flaws, and took practical steps to change his life. I identified with him more, and he inspired me in ways that he couldn’t have before I turned 40. 

Every time I hear fireworks, it reminds me of the end of "Penny Lane." I get chills remembering that this song has been burned into my nerves for most of my life. These things sneak up on you and remind you that you’ve gotten this far, and your favorite songs are part of the reason why. 

There are also things I like less, tbh. I used to love “Taxman,” but today, if I hear another rich white guy whine about paying too much in taxes, I swear I’m gonna scream. Overall though, the changes in perspective have given me a lot MORE ways to love music.

A few years ago, my wife and I went back to visit her mother. We were flipping through some of her old Who albums (my wife, not her mother), and out of one of them slipped a yellowed page — she’d typed out the lyrics to the all the songs on all the albums! This was in the days of typewriters, and I couldn’t even imagine how long it had taken. I’d already loved The Who, mind you, but I loved them even more for inspiring that kind of passion in this woman that I love so much. And I found a new thing to love about her, too. 

That’s what happens. The music builds love on top of love.

If you’re a teenager now, by the time you’re 50, you’re going to be inundated with headlines that say, “It was 80 years ago today, Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play!” You’ll be celebrating David Bowie's 100th birthday. (Hopefully David and I will both be there to celebrate with you.) Maybe by the time you're my age, your daughter will have borne your first granddaughter and decided to name her Ringo. LOL It could be anything, but things will keep happening to make your love deeper.

And then there’s the chance to talk about music with someone new. Sometimes it’s people older than me, including some I’ve met on tumblr. Sometimes it’s people younger than me, sometimes a LOT younger than me. Keep talking about music you love, keep listening to other people tell stories about the music they love, and it all keeps finding new life.

So thank you, dear Anon, for giving me another chance to talk about all this again. It’s probably more than you wanted to know, but it’s a lot less than what I’m feeling. It’s overwhelming sometimes. I promise you, once this kind of fire starts burning in you, it never stops.

Peace,
Tim

Well said, kindred spirit.


The Importance of Being Earnest, Oscar Wilde

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bantarleton:

Union flags bearing a poppy for every British serviceman killed during the Normandy Landings, June 6th 1944.

Wow. Please don’t forget.

A Japanese legend says that if you can’t sleep at night it’s because you’re awake in someone else’s dream.
Anonymous  (via floricawild)