knife in the water. roman polanski.

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Rob Delaney: After Cory Monteith was found dead in his hotel room I tweeted: "Love...


After Cory Monteith was found dead in his hotel room I tweeted: “Love to Cory Monteith. If drugs/alcohol are killing you, there is help available. I got sober 11 yrs ago at 25. It can be done.”

I got three types of responses. The first were variations of “Thanks for saying that.” The second…

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Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.

— Brian Eno, 1995 (via throughascreendarkly)

I kept clicking like over and over and over again because this is just so spot on and perfect.

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you guys. this is really great. this whole “david lynch is a musician now, i guess?” thing might actually work out. 

Prom jams.

Play this over and over again.

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For you Game of Thrones fans. Artist Mike Wrobel’s has illustrated an 80s - 90s rendition of your favorite characters. 


// from Crush//


but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you, finding the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren’t stitched up quite right, the place they could almost slip right into through if the skin wasn’t trying to keep them out, to keep them here, on the other side of the theater where the curtain keeps rising. 

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