durbikins:

mokoultra:

Holland, 1945. Neutral Milk Hotel.

Alright, I know that this was recorded at a venue called the Neutral Milk Hotel somewhere in Holland in 1945, but who is the artist?

teacher: are there any classes you are struggling with?
me: the bourgeois
teacher: what
me: what
karl marx: nice

A child collects water lilies from a lake in Norshingdi on the outskirts of Dhaka. The water lily is the national flower of Bangladesh

(Source: mazzystardust)

You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love till it kills you both. You’ll fight, and you’ll shag, and you’ll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you’ll never be friends. Love isn’t brains, children, it’s blood…blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.
— Spike - Buffy the Vampire Slayer (via 5000letters)

therumpus:

The Rumblr’s in-house astrologer, Madame Clairevoyant, presents her latest dispatch from the stars:

Pisces: This week, follow the rhythm of the earth as it spins under your feet. Follow the rhythm of songs played in supermarkets, in cars, in your head. Follow the thoughts that won’t leave you alone. Follow the images that keep tugging at you, keep speaking to you, keep bothering you. Follow the things that move you, even if they don’t make sense yet, even if you aren’t sure where they’re taking you. It’s not your job right now to know why. All you have to do is honor your own instincts.

Today’s image was made specially for Madame Clairevoyant by Jen May