i still love the killers, you’re not gonna change my mind.
shot at the night - the killers
this song is everything good about the 80s haha
land locked blues - bright eyes
oh man, just re-discovered a file of all my music from middle school, which made me feel like listening to bright eyes, so enjoy this song, which came out when i was 12/13, and has the most clever words.
have i posted this before?
i think so
fuck it, this is such an amazing song@
the waitress - del barber
both sides now - joni mitchell
this is till one of my favourite songs
core work finally starting to pay off!!! tummy almost flat! i’d say another three months and i might even have teeny tiny abs!
Twenty-seven year old Hsin-Yao Tseng presents San Francisco in emotive strokes that revel in the city’s murkiness that is not often shown in paintings with the same subject. The darkness is given glimpses of beauty with flashes of street lights or brilliant sunsets and though I’ve only featured Tseng’s cityscapes within this post his entire body of work is mystifying as it is gorgeous:
i ﬁnally came to the conclusion that hair, for me, was a symbol of strength. It was a symbol of commitment to my power. of connection to my ancestry. of recognizing my natural beauty. that which exists without chemical dyes, or hairspray, or scissors. a symbol of my sovereignty. of my humble desire to feel grounded within my own skin.