My heart is spilled open; words refuse to bounce and settle. No writing. Everything disappears but the feel of utter equilibrium between fractured echoes. I dig for a name under the shadow of this feeling; the intention is sparkling but I am incapable of disturbing the silence. I am at peace and I wonder not why. A sense of possibility is caressing my skin. I am covered in myriads of roses and pleasant smells. The window is not even open.

Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary (via volaream)

Originally from re: am

lletstalkaboutmusic:

Zero 7 - In The Waiting Line

Originally from lets talk about music

scumbabe:

Death row

scumbabe:

Death row

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Source: love-giacomo

Originally from Ho fatto un Sogno

Start of the dream. Can’t believe my hands

Start of the dream. Can’t believe my hands

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at Fresh Produce Records

at Fresh Produce Records

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Source: cedrikaprovencher

Originally from Avis de recherche

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Originally from make it quack

halcyonblitzkrieg:

Angela Davis as interviewed in the explosive documentary “The Black Power Mixtape”.

halcyonblitzkrieg:

Angela Davis as interviewed in the explosive documentary “The Black Power Mixtape”.

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Originally from MY MIND'S ON WHEN SHE FALLS ASLEEP

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Source: mariconson

Originally from de Leon