Source: fuckiminmy20s
Ellie Goulding is one of my favorite things of 2011. I don’t care if her music is wildly popular; it is for a reason. She is lovely and she has provided my life with words that describe weird emotions that don’t fit under normal categories, ie. “Why can’t we speak another language, one we all agree on.” I THINK I HAVE THIS EMOTION ALL THE TIME. There isn’t one word for it.
“Video Games” by Lana del Rey. I feel like every time I listen to this song I get a different impression. If listened to straight through it has one meaning, but the places with emphasis and pause can change things completely. I love this song so much and I can see the style being applied to any kind of medium. I always love art that can quickly shift meaning depending on one’s perspective.
Source: SoundCloud / Interscope Records
I used to love Eisley so much. I am realizing I still do. I feel so nostalgic when I listen to this.
I don’t even need to know what it is. I just think it looks good. I’m a sucker for bright colors with massive amounts of black and white. I think the text on the right is too tight (it would look better spaced out and with less words), but the general look along with the way the things on the right are packaged is perfection.
Source: typographyserved.com
“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
“I suppose you are real?” said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.
“The Boy’s Uncle made me Real,” he said. “That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.”
Source: digital.library.upenn.edu
Don’t be so amazing or I’ll miss you too much
