And now. . .

Jeff, Who Lives at Home

  • Pat: What you just said sounded like Yoda took acid and stumbled into a business meeting.
  • Jeff: You can make all the fun of Yoda that you want. Yoda would be fucking killer in a business meeting.
southwestart:

Eroded Lava Badlands
Oil on canvas, 38x56 inches
by Alexandre Hogue (1898-1994)

southwestart:

Eroded Lava Badlands

Oil on canvas, 38x56 inches

by Alexandre Hogue (1898-1994)

Angel Olsen - Hi-Five

My new lady love. 

bitchville:

Broken Mirror/Evening Sky by http://www.bingwright.com/

(via timalicious)

1soundent:

Watch: St. Vincent Covers Nirvana’s “Lithium”

-via Stereogum

(via fuckyeahstvincent)

Diane Rehm Show 04-03-14 : Louis Bayard

  • Louis Bayard: It is out of Dickens, yes. I decided that I wanted to do something, actually, something bad to Tiny Tim. I will just say that I never -- I love Dickens. That's why I wrote the book, but I've never liked Tiny Tim. So I thought I --
  • Diane Rehm: Realy?
  • LB: Yeah, I just --
  • DR: Why?
  • LB: Oh, he's this little creep. I don't know. It's just he just -- stop with the God bless us, everyone, already. No. I just felt he's a one-dimensional saintly character.

Things I call myself regularly:

  • bitch
  • crazy
  • bossy
  • mean
  • bad friend/girlfriend

I need to stop.

The Heaven of Animals - James L. Dickey

Here they are. The soft eyes open.
If they have lived in a wood
It is a wood.
If they have lived on plains
It is grass rolling
Under their feet forever.

Having no souls, they have come,
Anyway, beyond their knowing.
Their instincts wholly bloom
And they rise.
The soft eyes open.

To match them, the landscape flowers,
Outdoing, desperately
Outdoing what is required:
The richest wood,
The deepest field.

For some of these,
It could not be the place
It is, without blood.
These hunt, as they have done,
But with claws and teeth grown perfect,

More deadly than they can believe.
They stalk more silently,
And crouch on the limbs of trees,
And their descent
Upon the bright backs of their prey

May take years
In a sovereign floating of joy.
And those that are hunted
Know this as their life,
Their reward: to walk

Under such trees in full knowledge
Of what is in glory above them,
And to feel no fear,
But acceptance, compliance.
Fulfilling themselves without pain

At the cycle’s center,
They tremble, they walk
Under the tree,
They fall, they are torn,
They rise, they walk again.

Edward Hopper, New York Movie 1939
Favorite ever painting.

Edward Hopper, New York Movie 1939

Favorite ever painting.