this isn’t 20 I’m sorry but there’s just so many people I want to tag!! Don’t feel like you have to do this please and if you’ve already done it let me know so I can see you beautiful people. That goes for the people I haven’t tagged as well, let me know where to find your pics.
Eddie and Hannah’s 1937 wedding party - 50 years later in 1987, they renewed their wedding vows and celebrated their golden anniversary with their seven children, their spouses, and twenty-seven grandchildren.
Hope In The Air- Laura Marling |
Van Helsing Boombox- Man Man |
Twenty Seven- MS MR | The World- Danger Mouse | Bottle- Texture Like Sun | Dog- Andrew Judah |Think Twice- Groove Armada |
Apparitions- The Raveonettes | Inferno- Sir Sly | There Was Magic, Then- The Gentle Waves | Totemo- Host | Break- Son Lux | Give Us A Little Love- Fallulah | Let It Go- The Neighborhood | Be Brave (Son Lux remix)- My Brightest Diamond | Relax My Beloved- Alex Clare
1. goodbye – apparat // 2. everybody’s watching me (uh oh) – the neighborhood // 3. keep the streets empty for me – fever ray // 4. civilian – wye oak // 5. the vision – x-ray dog // 6. you should know where i’m coming from – banks // 7. nightlife – iamx // 8. twenty-seven – ms mr // 9. everybody wants to rule the world – lorde
i’m definitely glad you said that because but it does serve a purpose. i wanted the palette to coincide with the playfulness of the internal monologues. paired with the reoccurring “born free” theme, the barbie dolls, the constant allusions to childhood, and just the overall childishness of his ideas, i thought it was fitting. i guess that doesn’t really translate though considering all of that wouldn’t necessarily jump out to you unless you’re in his mind twenty-four seven, you know? my original design followed the ordinary black, white, maroon kind of layout, but it didn’t seem to fit for these reasons. it just doesn’t seem carefree enough.
Alright guys! We need your help! We NEED all of you to re blog this video! If we can get enough re blogs Maybe the guys in One Direction will watch this! Its our mash up cover of “What makes you beautiful” and “One thing”, you guys are all awesome and so supportive and we love you for that. LETS GET ONE DIRECTION TO SEE THIS VIDEO!!!!!!!
“Don’t order any of the faerie food,” said Jace, looking at her over the top of his menu. “It tends to make humans a little crazy. One minute your munching on a faerie plum, the next minute you’re running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not,” he added hastily, “that this has ever happened to me.”
It was for the money, he told himself as he waited to be called into the office. Apparently the CEO of a big company had asked his agency for one of their best models for an advertising campaign and the agency had sent Maedhros. At twenty-seven years old, he was in his prime- his skin was slightly tanned though also covered in freckles, and his red hair and green eyes had given him a certain “attractiveness” (or so people had told him).
But Maedhros liked to do research and he had found out about who the CEO of the company was. Someone he had used to know, someone he hadn’t seen in a long time. Not since he’d walked away from him all those years ago… he was broken out of his thoughts by a secretary informing him that he could go and see the CEO now.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door to enter the office.
America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956. I can’t stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb I don’t feel good don’t bother me. I won’t write my poem till I’m in my right mind. America when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes? When will you look at yourself through the grave? When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites? America why are your libraries full of tears? America when will you send your eggs to India? I’m sick of your insane demands. When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks? America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world. Your machinery is too much for me. You made me want to be a saint. There must be some other way to settle this argument. Burroughs is in Tangiers I don’t think he’ll come back it’s sinister. Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke? I’m trying to come to the point. I refuse to give up my obsession. America stop pushing I know what I’m doing. America the plum blossoms are falling. I haven’t read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for murder. America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies. America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I’m not sorry. I smoke marijuana every chance I get. I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet. When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid. My mind is made up there’s going to be trouble. You should have seen me reading Marx. My psychoanalyst thinks I’m perfectly right. I won’t say the Lord’s Prayer. I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations. America I still haven’t told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over from Russia.
I’m addressing you. Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine? I’m obsessed by Time Magazine. I read it every week. Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore. I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library. It’s always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie producers are serious. Everybody’s serious but me. It occurs to me that I am America. I am talking to myself again.
Asia is rising against me. I haven’t got a chinaman’s chance. I’d better consider my national resources. My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and twentyfivethousand mental institutions. I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns. I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go. My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I’m a Catholic.
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood? I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his automobiles more so they’re all different sexes America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe America free Tom Mooney America save the Spanish Loyalists America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die America I am the Scottsboro boys. America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have been a spy. America you don’re really want to go to war. America it’s them bad Russians. Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians. The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia’s power mad. She wants to take our cars from out our garages. Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader’s Digest. her wants our auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations. That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers. Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help. America this is quite serious. America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set. America is this correct? I’d better get right down to the job. It’s true I don’t want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts factories, I’m nearsighted and psychopathic anyway. America I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.