Mariliannn
ofmiceandbren:

adtrsavior:

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adtrsavior:

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maulpccartney:

Bless the person who submitted this.

maulpccartney:

Bless the person who submitted this.

dancedancemiserable:

same

thewilliambeckett:

UNDER THE COVERS VII

Ryan Adams - Come Pick Me Up

I’ve been playing all week gearing up for the show on Friday and I started effing around with my harmonica.  Then I started effing around with Ryan Adams (songs).  Then I hit record on my laptop.

TIS no secret, my feelings for Ryan Adams and this song in particular.  I even used it for SNMC twice, I love it so.  

Here’s my little rendition of a great tune.  Hope it satisfies you.

and it does, billvy…

nwkarchivist:

On This Date In 1980…

“Do you know what you just did?” the doorman asked Chapman dazedly.  “I just shot John Lennon,” came the calm reply.

Newsweek December 22, 1980

nwkarchivist:

On This Date In 1980…

“Do you know what you just did?” the doorman asked Chapman dazedly.  “I just shot John Lennon,” came the calm reply.

Newsweek December 22, 1980

People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are The Advertisers and they are laughing at you.

You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like, wherever they like with total impunity.

Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.

You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.

Banksy (via cachimbo)
Satélite do amor

Satélites vão acima do céu, coisas como essas me dirigem para fora da minha mente. Eu assisti a isso por um certo instante. Eu amo assistir coisas pela televisão! Satélites vão bem após de Marte e logo será preenchido com carros estacionados, eu assisto a isto. Eu lhe falei que você estava entediado segnuda e terça, quarta e quinta-feira. 
Eu sou tão ruim pra escrever esses textos extremamente subjetivos que resolvi copiar alguns poetinhas e traduzir um pedaço da música de um cara que eu sou muito fã. Nada tão óbvio, né?! Na verdade, o tédio tá me consumindo de uma forma tão grande a ponto de eu começar o texto com palavras bonitas só pra continuar com alguma coisa nada a ver. 
Enfim… legal voltar a postar aqui. 
Marilia