My ‘lil white Siamese cuddle buddy. (Taken with Instagram)

shared 2 years ago on August/28/2012, with 2 notes.

Taken with Instagram at French Market

shared 2 years ago on August/19/2012, with 1 note.

Oh just my future apartment. I wish. #nola (Taken with Instagram at The French Quarter)

shared 2 years ago on August/19/2012, with 1 note.
x nola

http://models-harmonicas.tumblr.com/

so I’m going back to using my other tumblr 

because I don’t like having two so I need to delete one

and models-harmonicas and I just go way back. y’know? 

nah I dunno I’m just trying to clean up my life and why have two tumblrs. 

shared 2 years ago on August/15/2012, with 2 notes.

theparisreview:

“But a song was never just a song for him. The alchemy of words, melody, and harmony operated like a main line to the emotional channels in his body and brain. Music was his only feeling channel. Songs he played at gigs, songs he sang with me at home, songs whose structures and patterns he dissected and analyzed in academic articles—these songs were the alpha and omega of his emotional life.”

Nica Strunk, “Someone to Watch Over Me.”

Photograph Credit Gail Albert Halaban.

shared 2 years ago on August/14/2012, with 71 notes.
reblogged from theparisreview,

astronaves:

untitled by skhizein on Flickr.

shared 2 years ago on August/14/2012, with 96 notes.
reblogged from someguycalledras-deactivated201, originally from astronaves.

vega-ofthe-lyre:

The Villainess by Jeannine Hall Gailey.

shared 2 years ago on August/13/2012, with 3,804 notes.
reblogged from anneballins-deactivated20130821, originally from eros-turannos.

nargle4life:

So am I the only one who sees a really red sunrise and thinks “Blood has been spilled this night.” in like a really serious voice?

shared 2 years ago on August/13/2012, with 65 notes.
reblogged from gondor-calls-for-aid, originally from yourlifecoxswain.

I get really suspicious when my cat jumps up on my lap smelling like flowers and shampoo. where the hell have you been, cat. there’s nothing in this house that smells that good. 

shared 2 years ago on August/11/2012, with 1 note.

One of my favorite papers I wrote as an undergrad was relating Kant’s theory of the Sublime to Hitchcock’s films, and how we are inherently attracted to things that terrify us - provided that we’re safely distanced from it. I dunno man. Hitchcock knew what was up. So did Kant. 

shared 2 years ago on August/11/2012, with 8,345 notes.
reblogged from johnlemon-pie, originally from burning-soul.