Soul of the World

Musician/ film maker. I got my head stuck in a tree once.

“You’re a different human being to everybody you meet.”

—   Chuck Palahniuk   (via psych-facts)

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God damn I love Australia

“The flower doesn’t dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.”

—   Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening (via diorky)

(Source: seulray, via crazy-salad-deactivated20180424)

Some photos from the Albuquerque Hot Air Balloon Festival

ian-curtis:

Joy Division Rehearsal by Kevin Cummins 19th August 1979

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I’m so excited to be in Melbourne.
I’ve wanted to live in Australia since I was 12 years old.
I have a feeling I won’t be returning home…

sadsongz:
“ Lou Reed, 1974. (Photo: Jean-Claude Francolin)
”

sadsongz:

Lou Reed, 1974. (Photo: Jean-Claude Francolin)

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David Bowie - Rebel Rebel

reignition:

you love bands when they’re playing hard

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I finally get to go to Australia! My mothers wedding is going to be around the new year so I’ll get to spend Christmas and new years in Aussie!

We will see if I come back…

imcreepingdeath99:
“Jim Morrison
”

imcreepingdeath99:

Jim Morrison

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Discovery - So Insane

disarrayedthoughts:

So Insane//Discovery

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bitterbeard:
“fuck
”

bitterbeard:

fuck

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“When Beethoven passed away, he was buried in a churchyard. A couple days later, the town drunk was walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from the area where Beethoven was buried. Terrified, the drunk ran and got the priest to come and listen to it. The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave. Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate. When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that’s Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, being played backwards.” He listened a while longer, and said, “There’s the Eighth Symphony, and it’s backwards, too. Most puzzling.” So the magistrate kept listening; “There’s the Seventh… the Sixth… the Fifth…” Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate; he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, “My fellow citizens, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just Beethoven decomposing.”

hannahisdead:

oh my god

(via damneddaisy)

I see you.
I see you for you.
I see you as completely whole.
I see you as you should be.
I see you as life intended.

I see myself as a separate thing.
I see myself, not as a monstrosity, but as…
I see myself compared to what I want to be.
I see myself as incomplete.

I see you,
and I love you.
I love you more than I love myself.