wyatted: can you imagine growing up when the beatles became popular and all your friends loved them and talked about them and bought their albums, except you didn’t like them at all. and while everyone else was in puddles on the floor, thinking to yourself “it’s ok. it’ll blow over soon”. but it never blew over. it never blew over.
tomnooksbitch: The message from Satoru Shibata...
raverush: The worst part of whenever Bob Dylan dies is going to be him not being around to disapprove of the casting of Johnny Depp in the inevitable bio film.
When you go to a friend's house to stay the night...
an-idiosyncratic-method: You know the one. It’s made of wool. It has satiny trim that tries to deceive you into thinking this will be a nice blanket experience. But it’s not. Every house has one. It’s buried deep in the bowels of the linen closet, under some afghans and a comforter with the down coming out of it, but make no mistake. The scratchy blanket is there. And it waits.
Newspaper taxies appear on the shore, these are a few of my favorite things…– (via raverush)