stella pulveris
my bones are shifting in my skin


We have to create.
It is the only thing louder than destruction. —

Andrea Gibson,

"Yellow Bird" from The Madness Vase

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Everlong (Acoustic) by Foo Fighters

Long Exposure of an Airliner Lifting Off
If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. I had an old self that I killed. You can kill yourself too, but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living. — Vargus, Archie’s Final Project (via secretcigarette)

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Doris Lessing | The Golden Notebook
The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation. — Monica Drake, Clown Girl (via larmoyante)
I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I am not really living it. — Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via exoticwild)

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Unlike both Lana Del Rey and Beyonce, pop artists whose self-aware work orients around being watched, FKA twigs’ videos seem to be about derailing perfection, mucking up our understanding of how this is supposed to work, playing with our confusion. All we’re given is whatever truth we can tease out from the way her gaze is fixed on the camera — the way it sometimes meets ours like a dare, and is sometimes (as it is on the album’s cover) so flat she seems unreal — beautiful, dead-eyed — plastic. — Jessica Hopper, Wondering Sound


There’s so much to say (and has already been said) about FKA twigs debut album LP1, but what caught and held my attention is the amount of space on this record; the frequent pauses between words and sentences to exaggerate the depth of every syllable, the beats that seem to linger and drag so long that you hold your breath waiting for the next to drop.

Although I would categorize this music as quiet, it’s anything but relaxing. You’re not putting it on to sit back and chill out. In fact, upon first listen, I watched as Tahliah Barnett’s sultry vocals dismantled my expectations piece by prudish piece. The placement of her expletives alone seem to draw my secret desires out of their shell.

LP1 is packed so full of whispers, evasive innuendo, and longing that I want to examine every curve and crevice of this album. And yet I’m still frustrated, but just as entranced, as Barnett fools me into believing we’re sharing intimate secrets before she slips away — elusive as ever. The distance that continues to emanate from her declarations keeps me captivated.

Lindsay Hood, Wondering Sound




People belong in your life by natural vibration, not forced will or expectation. — hybrid-machine  (via nyu-tah)

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That’s when you’re lying naked in bed and they walk out to get a glass of water and you feel like crying because you don’t feel good within yourself.”

-Cleo, Girlpool