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Sep 26
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turlington, killing it on the subway, circa sometime in the distant past.

turlington, killing it on the subway, circa sometime in the distant past.

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can’t stop smiling and laughing at this laughing without smiling compilation. it’s terrifying but wonderful.

(Source: youtube.com)

Sep 22
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purty. 
(via confettisystem)

purty. 

(via confettisystem)

Sep 21
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i loved everything about the giant sing-along that was the replacements show on friday night in queens.

this video captures the big ball of voice that came with hundreds and hundreds of happy fans singing their beer-soaked, wistful hearts out.

what a great night.

(Source: youtube.com)

Sep 19
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in paris with you, by james fenton. 
Don’t talk to me of love. I’ve had an earfulAnd I get tearful when I’ve downed a drink or two.I’m one of your talking wounded.I’m a hostage. I’m maroonded.But I’m in Paris with you.Yes I’m angry at the way I’ve been bamboozledAnd resentful at the mess that I’ve been through.I admit I’m on the reboundAnd I don’t care where are we bound.I’m in Paris with you.          Do you mind ‘f we do not go to the Louvre,          If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,          If we skip the Champs Elysees          And remain here in this sleazy          Old hotel room          Doing this and that          To what and whom          Learning who you are,          Learning what I am.Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris,The little bit of Paris in our view.There’s that crack across the ceilingAnd the hotel walls are peelingAnd I’m in Paris with you.Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris.I’m in Paris with the slightest thing you do.I’m in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,I’m in Paris with … all points south.Am I embarrassing you?I’m in Paris with you.

in paris with you, by james fenton. 

Don’t talk to me of love. I’ve had an earful
And I get tearful when I’ve downed a drink or two.
I’m one of your talking wounded.
I’m a hostage. I’m maroonded.
But I’m in Paris with you.

Yes I’m angry at the way I’ve been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess that I’ve been through.
I admit I’m on the rebound
And I don’t care where are we bound.
I’m in Paris with you.

          Do you mind ‘f we do not go to the Louvre,
          If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,
          If we skip the Champs Elysees
          And remain here in this sleazy
          Old hotel room
          Doing this and that
          To what and whom
          Learning who you are,
          Learning what I am.

Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris,
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There’s that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling
And I’m in Paris with you.

Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris.
I’m in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I’m in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I’m in Paris with … all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I’m in Paris with you.

(Source: beebalmtraveler, via laughterkey)

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song of the week, video of the ages.

(Source: youtube.com)

Sep 17
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baby owl, straight killing it.

(Source: youtube.com)

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einar nerman, 1918.

einar nerman, 1918.

Sep 16
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i watched this on a flight from nyc to stockholm and again, two weeks later, on a flight from berlin back to nyc. it was stunning and weird and funny and smart and gut-punchingly bittersweet. highly recommended.

(Source: youtube.com)

Sep 15
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e-mail marketing done right. 

e-mail marketing done right. 

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the technology might be obsolete, but the song still rules.

(Source: youtube.com)

Aug 30
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everything about this, really. but especially that audience singing at the end.

(Source: Spotify)

Aug 26
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the world’s first 99-pack of beer. now all you need is a wall to drink ‘em on.

love.

Aug 23
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saturdays.

saturdays.