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
Bastille
Bad Blood [Bonus Tracks]

Ghosts That We Knew
Mumford And Sons
Babel

kedidirokedi:

  • Mumford & Sons - Ghosts That We Knew


bratprinces:

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

(via backfromhell)


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Where Is My Mind?
Pixies
Surfer Rosa

zosophilosophy:

Surfer Rosa  |  1988




phantomae:

itscolossal:

LIX: The World’s Smallest 3D Printing Pen Lets You Draw in the Air

I have dreamt, actually dreamt about this for my entire life.

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