My ‘lil white Siamese cuddle buddy. (Taken with Instagram)
Oh just my future apartment. I wish. #nola (Taken with Instagram at The French Quarter)
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.
“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.”
Photograph Credit Gail Albert Halaban.
The Villainess by Jeannine Hall Gailey.
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?
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.
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.