July 24, 2014

Kinesthetic brilliance yo.

July 18, 2014
"History says, Don’t hope
On this side of the grave,
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up,
And hope and history rhyme."

— Seamus Heaney (1939-2013)

(Source: mediumaevum)

July 17, 2014
h/t to the homie Hanif for this heartbreaking photo.


h/t to the homie Hanif for this heartbreaking photo.

July 15, 2014
"Those who don’t like it say it’s
just a mutant violin
that’s been kicked out of the chorus.
Not so.
The cello has many secrets,
but it never sobs,
just sings in its low voice.
Not everything turns into song
though. Sometimes you catch
a murmur or a whisper:
I’m lonely,
I can’t sleep."

— Adam Zagajewski, Cello (via grammatolatry)

July 14, 2014
The Strivers Row presents: After School

So for folks that don’t know, The Strivers Row is having its fourth annual showcase at Stage 48 on Thursday, July 31st and it would mean a lot if y’all came out because you’re awesome & interesting & lots of fun to be around. Follow the link below for tickets!


July 13, 2014


Artist Telmo Pieper Repaints His Own Childhood Drawings

Previously: Everyday Objects Turned Into Creative Illustrations

(via broadcast)

July 13, 2014
"I don’t feel like I need to preach to the world or nothing like that. I just feel like I share what I say, and if listeners get it, they get it. And I never underestimate the audience’s ability to feel me."

Erykah Badu 

(via Staying Underground)

(via nefarioustortoise)

July 12, 2014
"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget."

— Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living (via ethiopienne)

(Source: larmoyante, via ethiopienne)

June 18, 2014

Background music for the night.

June 11, 2014

"I miss the smell, the dust, the coins, the trust/ The squeaky carts, the vibrations/ The bucket full of bleach, the dryer sheets/ The old pay phone, the giant sink/I’d watch my daddy mop the floor/ And my heart started with a quarter"

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