I’m starting to think I might miss this place a bit.

I’m starting to think I might miss this place a bit.


It is the highest calling as an artist as well as the greatest possible privilege to capture a moment; to find the zeitgeist, to expose our struggles, our aspirations, our desires, to embrace and define their time. Nirvana captured lightning in a bottle.

This is where the conference is being held. Because England. (at Keble College, Oxford)

This is where the conference is being held. Because England. (at Keble College, Oxford)


Because England (at Head Of The River)

Because England (at Head Of The River)


Because England.

Because England.


I am pretty sure Oxford isn’t a real place but rather a very elaborate film set.

I am pretty sure Oxford isn’t a real place but rather a very elaborate film set.


(via blaisemarie)


I am absolutely in love with this venue. It’s small, loud and a bit sticky… (at 12 Bar Club)

I am absolutely in love with this venue. It’s small, loud and a bit sticky… (at 12 Bar Club)


smileprettybaby:

missmirandaaraee:

omg

The rot just looks at the pit like “you gunna say me right?”
And then looks so happy that the pit did.

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At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.
Caitlin Moran (via scatteredandshining)

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