this.

pure loop. onda?
oh miss madonna where you goin’ after churchin that preacher’s car you know I won’t tell nobody that you’ve been smoking cigars 

CocoRosie - ‘Madonna’

and cry. cry all day. cause I saw best minds of my generation being totally insane. I am alone among mind-healthy people..

oh miss madonna where you goin’ after church
in that preacher’s car 
you know I won’t tell nobody 
that you’ve been smoking cigars 

CocoRosie - ‘Madonna’

and cry. cry all day. cause I saw best minds of my generation being totally insane. I am alone among mind-healthy people..

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there’s really small rain from the enormous cloudreally heavy rain from the small cloudyou can call it as you want

happysad - “Marihuana”

I’m full of fear and shyness, full of memories, plans, imaginations and pessimism. have just lost a boomerang again, huh. I can’t find my own place in this world. some big days, tomorrow and next week. boom.

there’s really small rain from the enormous cloud
really heavy rain from the small cloud
you can call it as you want

happysad - “Marihuana”

I’m full of fear and shyness, full of memories, plans, imaginations and pessimism. have just lost a boomerang again, huh. I can’t find my own place in this world. some big days, tomorrow and next week. boom.

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happiness hit herlike a train on a trackcoming towards herstuck still no turning back

Florence And The Machine - ‘The Dog Days Are Over’

my first weed. think it has marked something.yesterday I reminded that the Lost Cosmonauts theory had been driving me crazy in my late childhood.some of us, here in Poland, are afraid of Russians.

happiness hit her
like a train on a track
coming towards her
stuck still no turning back

Florence And The Machine - ‘The Dog Days Are Over’

my first weed. think it has marked something.
yesterday I reminded that the Lost Cosmonauts theory had been driving me crazy in my late childhood.
some of us, here in Poland, are afraid of Russians.

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are there some aces up your sleeve?have you no idea that you’re in deep?I dreamt about you nearly every night this week

Arctic Monkeys - ‘Do I Wanna Know?”

M: “but there’s a thing I remember. we haven’t broken up because of F”

are there some aces up your sleeve?
have you no idea that you’re in deep?
I dreamt about you nearly every night this week

Arctic Monkeys - ‘Do I Wanna Know?”

M: “but there’s a thing I remember. we haven’t broken up because of F”

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now it’s warm, I’ve lit the stove burned my poems, feel so small my diploma’s on the wall in the long jump - third place won 

Myslovitz - “Szklany człowiek”

it’s enough if my heart beats. I feel so small in comparison, a departer, I like you, indeed. is something going to happen? two eights in his phone number left. close, closer, the closest.

now it’s warm, I’ve lit the stove 
burned my poems, feel so small 
my diploma’s on the wall 
in the long jump - third place won 

Myslovitz - “Szklany człowiek”

it’s enough if my heart beats. I feel so small in comparison, a departer, I like you, indeed. is something going to happen? two eights in his phone number left. close, closer, the closest.

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woman please be goneyou’ve stayed here much too longdon’t you wish that you could crydon’t you wish I would die

Sixto Rodriguez - ‘Hate Street Dialogue’

I wonder if hitting someone slightly with an umbrella is some kind of saying ‘I love you’ in my weird school. actually, I’ve gone mad.
illustration: “Cache Cache” by Caroline Morin

woman please be gone
you’ve stayed here much too long
don’t you wish that you could cry
don’t you wish I would die

Sixto Rodriguez - ‘Hate Street Dialogue’

I wonder if hitting someone slightly with an umbrella is some kind of saying ‘I love you’ in my weird school. actually, I’ve gone mad.

illustration: “Cache Cache” by Caroline Morin

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these mist covered mountainsare a home now for mebut my home is the lowlandsand always will be

Dire Straits - ‘Brothers In Arms’

nothing to add, nothing to shorten. right now it means the past.

these mist covered mountains
are a home now for me
but my home is the lowlands
and always will be

Dire Straits - ‘Brothers In Arms’

nothing to add, nothing to shorten. right now it means the past.

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and all of that behind my windowand all of that is given to me

Lipali - “Wiersz”

Adolf Hitler original painting. is that a history of art or the history of humanity? he was a real, open-minded artist, and artists don’t seem to be humans sometimes.

and all of that behind my window
and all of that is given to me

Lipali - “Wiersz”

Adolf Hitler original painting. is that a history of art or the history of humanity? he was a real, open-minded artist, and artists don’t seem to be humans sometimes.

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I was close to get to knowwhether the end, hole is death or gateyou must touch a bottom, really is it here?I don’t know where is it, enough, is it now?

Myslovitz - “Blog filatelistów polskich”

my father has found him dead in the woods today morning. I wonder if he had looked like in the picture.

I was close to get to know
whether the end, hole is death or gate
you must touch a bottom, really is it here?
I don’t know where is it, enough, is it now?

Myslovitz - “Blog filatelistów polskich”

my father has found him dead in the woods today morning. I wonder if he had looked like in the picture.

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fuck you, fucking fucker

me: I can’t sleep. 
ex: do you remember what I always advised? 
me: I don’t. 
ex: but now it may not work, because I don’t know what you think about me inside. 
me: nevermind, tell me. 
ex: lie on your side. 
me: ok. 
ex: calm your breath, close eyes and cover yourself by the quilt up to your neck. 
me: and what now? 
ex: curl up slightly, bend your knees. 
me: done.

ex: imagine safety. the safety like you felt when I was near. 
me: you have never told me that. 
ex: form this safety. into a person. into myself. imagine me lying behind you and snuggling you. 
me: you the fuck want me to become attached to you again? 
ex: you feel my breath on hair, my hand under your head and another hand lying on your waist and holding your hand. 
me: stop it.
ex: heat of my tights on yours, safety, calm and reliability.
me: don’t.
ex: good night.
me: don’t do this again.
ex: you wanted that.

there’s so many different worldsso many different sunssnd we have just one worldbut we live in different ones

Dire Straits - ‘Brothers in Arms’

well, the shadow streets of my new town build in the people’s era have seen many crying lovers.

there’s so many different worlds
so many different suns
snd we have just one world
but we live in different ones

Dire Straits - ‘Brothers in Arms’

well, the shadow streets of my new town build in the people’s era have seen many crying lovers.

of our elaborate plans, the endof everything that stands, the endno safety or surprise, the endI’ll never look into your eyes again

The Doors - “The End”

three hundred twenty meters under the ground I found the freedom.well, recently I haven’t been able to communicate with the world without using art. I can’t be really happy.thank you.

of our elaborate plans, the end
of everything that stands, the end
no safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes again

The Doors - “The End”

three hundred twenty meters under the ground I found the freedom.
well, recently I haven’t been able to communicate with the world without using art. I can’t be really happy.
thank you.

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jam, cacao and orangesthe TV where I am dancingcicrus stopped behind my window

Lenny Valentino - “Chłopiec z plasteliny”

I was formally got by the telephone switchboard with the extension number 2140. I was trying to send a smile by the factory network system, but the cables probably had become entangled. so this is how the adulthood looks like.

jam, cacao and oranges
the TV where I am dancing
cicrus stopped behind my window

Lenny Valentino - “Chłopiec z plasteliny”

I was formally got by the telephone switchboard with the extension number 2140. I was trying to send a smile by the factory network system, but the cables probably had become entangled. so this is how the adulthood looks like.

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I thought that I heard you laughingI thought that I heard you singI think I thought I saw you try

R.E.M. - ‘Losing My Religion”

I haven’t talked with you for months.but I still remember the moment when you caught me in my old school in March or April and asked me if we could go sledding one day.we would be able. I’ve planned everything. I will have a bad day, and have nothing to lose. I’ll write “sled?” and you’ll answer “today?”. then we’ll be lying on the snow and talking about everything and nothing, like we’d have met the day before. and we will never kiss each other. that’s so perfect.

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

R.E.M. - ‘Losing My Religion”

I haven’t talked with you for months.
but I still remember the moment when you caught me in my old school in March or April and asked me if we could go sledding one day.
we would be able. I’ve planned everything. I will have a bad day, and have nothing to lose. I’ll write “sled?” and you’ll answer “today?”. then we’ll be lying on the snow and talking about everything and nothing, like we’d have met the day before. and we will never kiss each other. that’s so perfect.