hitchcockblonde:misswallflower
I don’t want to leave in 3 weeks. I don’t want to leave at all.

hitchcockblonde:misswallflower

I don’t want to leave in 3 weeks. I don’t want to leave at all.

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My Boys (Animal Collective Cover) by Taken By Trees

This is even better than I hoped it would be.

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The Atlas Sound - Sheila

A bit fuzzed-out, a bit melancholy, and ever beautiful. This is my song of the week. Thanks, Dazed and Confused.

thenotes:

Italo Calvino /// Numbers In The Dark
Curious that this collection—diverse, inventive and at times trenchant—can be so intoxicating in small doses and so wearying in the long haul.  Stories like “Making Do,” about the fatal miscalculation of provincial fascists, or “Conscience,” which is essentially Catch-22 compressed into two pages, are early standouts that hint at the problem: in its starkly fabular or abstractly exploded postwar concerns, Numbers In The Dark accrues an abiding anxiety and dread that make later high-concept philosophical episodes (the sad “interview” with Henry Ford comes to mind) something of a grotesque puppet show.  After the blitheness of the quite funny fairy tales and the dull fog of the narrativeless meditations on taken-for-granted miracles of physics and technology, it may be the beatific scene-driven pieces that stick with you: “Like A Flock Of Ducks,” “The Queen’s Necklace” and the title story compel with one of the finest gifts an author can give: pitch-perfect reports from a not-quite-omniscient eye.

An eloquent summation. I read this collection about two months ago, and I felt such a strange combination of 3-parts attraction and 1-part frustration whenever I picked it up. Still, it was always captivating.

thenotes:

Italo Calvino /// Numbers In The Dark

Curious that this collection—diverse, inventive and at times trenchant—can be so intoxicating in small doses and so wearying in the long haul.  Stories like “Making Do,” about the fatal miscalculation of provincial fascists, or “Conscience,” which is essentially Catch-22 compressed into two pages, are early standouts that hint at the problem: in its starkly fabular or abstractly exploded postwar concerns, Numbers In The Dark accrues an abiding anxiety and dread that make later high-concept philosophical episodes (the sad “interview” with Henry Ford comes to mind) something of a grotesque puppet show.  After the blitheness of the quite funny fairy tales and the dull fog of the narrativeless meditations on taken-for-granted miracles of physics and technology, it may be the beatific scene-driven pieces that stick with you: “Like A Flock Of Ducks,” “The Queen’s Necklace” and the title story compel with one of the finest gifts an author can give: pitch-perfect reports from a not-quite-omniscient eye.

An eloquent summation. I read this collection about two months ago, and I felt such a strange combination of 3-parts attraction and 1-part frustration whenever I picked it up. Still, it was always captivating.

(via smut-to-go)

(via smut-to-go)

GPOYW

GPOYW

(via scout)

(via scout)

And the video version of the same song.

(Can you tell I can’t stop listening to it, lately?)

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Oh My God (Lake Fever Sessions) - St. Vincent