Lovecraft In Brooklyn
The Mountain Goats
Heretic Pride

I liked myths. They weren’t adult stories and they weren’t children stories. They were better than than that. They just were. Adult stories never made sense, and they were slow to start. They made me feel like there were secrets, Masonic, mythic secrets, to adulthood. Why didn’t adults want to read about Narnia, about secret islands and smugglers and dangerous fairies?
Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via bookmania)

Weight of Living, Pt. 2
Bad Blood [Bonus Tracks]

Ghosts That We Knew
Mumford And Sons


  • Mumford & Sons - Ghosts That We Knew


less romantic love more Romantic love, come grave robbing with me in a thunderstorm. 

(via backfromhell)

(via ctinemc)

Where Is My Mind?
Surfer Rosa


Surfer Rosa  |  1988