as gaudy as poppies

starlitewalker:

and the oscar for best picture goes to……damn, space jam again?!? 10th year in a row

thelingerieaddict:

Re-adding the credits:

Knickerocker Spring/Summer 2013 Preview

sleepingonmybday:

Omg where can I find them????!!!!!!

my butt deserves these, right??

teenboystuff:

RE: The Cute Manifesto

teenboystuff:

RE: The Cute Manifesto

BEYONCE BROKE SPORTS

rgr-pop:

ACTUALLY JUST DISMANTLED PATRIARCHY

my makeup selection this past week has been pretty Tween-Dream-y

my makeup selection this past week has been pretty Tween-Dream-y

s23522aa32yah:

i dont really listen to music much, but i have some cd’s of printer noises i play from time to time

The Shaggs - It's Halloween
441 plays

brandybonin:

The Shaggs - It’s Halloween (1969)

Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices, 1996. I saw part of this quotation and thought “that’s fantastic”; some judicious googling turned up both the source (hat tip to here) and more of the original thought.  (via imathers)