April 09 201312·51 am

Léa by Louise Attaque.

Urgh. The wordplay. And the way he sings it towards the end. I can’t stop listening to this. Pick up the language again after graduation, perhaps?

Let me indulge

I want to shine on in the hearts of men.
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand.

I want to be pretty.
I want thick hair so that I can walk under strong lighting and not feel betrayed.
I want thick brows so that my face is not windowless and bare.
I want thick lashes so that I can keep wishing upon a fallen one, batting them ever so slightly that one after the other would fall for me.
I want cheekbones so sharp that my lover bleeds upon caressing them.
I want a frame so lean that I can throw anything on and not have to waste time finding clothes that flatter.
I want a body so fit that I can wear next to nothing in this stupid climate without looking obscene.
I want to not feel embarrassed when I make the effort to dress up.
I want to not feel paranoid when people look at me when I dress up.

I wish I were smarter. People respect you when you’re less likely to spout rubbish every other second, right?
I wish I were more aesthetically-inclined. People just can’t get enough of shiny, pretty, little things, can they?
I wish I could really play an instrument. Mastering it, pouring your emotions into it and having a voice without needing to say anything.
I wish I could really sing. Lucky bitches do not know how painful it is to have to hide your ugly awkward masculine voice, to hide your emotions, to hide your very being.
I wish I were pretty.

There is a story in which Adler spoke about teaching Brando, saying that she had instructed the class to act like chickens, then added that a nuclear bomb was about to fall on them. Most of the class clucked and ran around wildly, but Brando sat calmly and pretended to lay an egg. Asked by Adler why he had chosen to react this way, he said, “I’m a chicken - What do I know from a bomb?

March 09 201305·30 pm1 note
From wiki. I find this extremely fascinating…time to figure out why.
February 28 201305·36 am

Rubik’s Cube by Athlete.

Oh I’m like a kid who just won’t let it go,
Twisting and turning the colours in rows,
I’m so intent to find out what it is
This is my Rubik’s Cube
I know I can figure it out.

Can never tire of Athlete. Especially not when they seem to sing out your ever-questioning heart.

havetardiswilltimetravel:

Sherlock Holmes - A Study in Jeans

When the cat’s not around, the mouse comes out to play. Hehheh.
February 28 201303·16 am629 notes

havetardiswilltimetravel:

Sherlock Holmes - A Study in Jeans

When the cat’s not around, the mouse comes out to play. Hehheh.

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February 14 201301·28 am

A stripped-down version of the song in the previous post. Yes, I’m obsessed.

So: original vs acoustic?

February 14 201301·25 am

Gold Guns Girls by Metric.

I’m currently obsessed with this song. Have never been a big fan of Metric, but I’m starting to think that I’ve been an idiot all this while-.-

I remember when we were gambling to win,
Everybody else said, “Better luck next time.”

URGH IT’S SO GOOD.

February 14 201301·20 am482 notes

cheekychip:

Real Madrid vs Manchester United. The Special One vs Sir Alex. And so the story continues…

The Champions League returned, and while Juventus and PSG already have one foot in the quarterfinals, the colossal fixture between Real Madrid and Manchester United kicks off at the Bernabeu. Ronaldo’s hair will be full of gel, Sir Alex will be wearing multiple watches, and Mourinho will certainly leave us with a memorable quote.

Before you head to your mate’s place to swoon over Özil’s eyes footwork for Valentine’s Day, get informed about how these two sides stack up currently and throughout history. [Infographic by Kitbag. GIF by Dale Con Comba. Posted by Eric]

(via laughterkey)