DA

ooooo<

 you were drunker than high school, self conscious and sweet. I never ever felt so cool, disguised in your sheets.

 you were drunker than high school, self conscious and sweet. I never ever felt so cool, disguised in your sheets.

(Source: nowavvves, via krvstpunk)

diabetic-homeless-hookers-17:

weareclosedgtfo:

dunwichwitch:

SOVIET-ERA BOOTLEG RECORDINGS OF BANNED WESTERN MUSIC PRESSED ON DISCARDED X-RAY PLATES
Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”

Bring this back.

Holy shit that’s awesome.

diabetic-homeless-hookers-17:

weareclosedgtfo:

dunwichwitch:

SOVIET-ERA BOOTLEG RECORDINGS OF BANNED WESTERN MUSIC PRESSED ON DISCARDED X-RAY PLATES

Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”

Bring this back.

Holy shit that’s awesome.

(Source: class-struggle-anarchism, via nailwalker)

home and family

driving back to sf from monterrey. 

feels like i’m home.

but i’m in a car going 65 mph.

but i’m home.

i live in austin.

my mother and sister live in corpus.

my brother lives in san francisco.

but i feel at home in this car.

the people i grew up with are home, not a geographic location.

so i guess i’m going on a year long vacation until I come back next summer.

If anyone else were to kiss me, all they would taste is your name.

—Clementine von Radics (via cestlavieparis)

(via landwrecked)