I feel a specific kind of sadness when someone I care about deeply doesn’t “get” Joanna Newsom. Like, I can deal with your dislike of my other Patron Saint (Lana Del Rey) or pretty much anyone else, but Joanna Newsom is so special to me woven with my memories to the point where I feel stepped on when people are dismissive of her style or talent.
This is how I feel in regards to my mother who loves music, got me into loving music and can’t stand Joanna. :,(
As a paranormal/horror blogger I can assure you these child abuse ads are the most scariest and saddest thing I’ve ever seen. Probably because things like that are happening RIGHT NOW at this very INSTANT.
And it’s horrifying but hopefully these ads bring more attention towards it.
I got these from this buzzfeed article. You can view more ads and the sources for these ads there as well.
These made me feel physically sick.
i hope joanna doesn’t ruin her next album with banjos
I’m all for the banjos!
Foxes living on the beach in Hokkaido [x]
reblogging for foxfriends :)
A clumsy fox visited my husband last week while he was hanging out in the front yard. The little fox was tripping over is own legs. They are so cute.
The way [Bill Callahan] listens to music is one of the most endearing and sweet things I’ve ever seen. He takes off his shoes, sets them down and gets comfortable. He kneels or sits in front of the record player, lifts the cover, reverently chooses a record, puts it on, closes the cover and just listens, start to finish. Whenever I go to see him and we listen to music like that, I register in myself how much better it feels than other ways of listening, which are like rushing to eat a meal because you’re super-hungry. You need to eat, just like you need to listen to music, but it never feels good if you do it like that. So I am trying to set my life up in a way where I don’t have to listen to music anyway other than putting on a record and sitting and listening.
Ophelia (detail) Jules-Joseph Lefebvre, 1890.