.write into my soul.
.something of a recluse.☮





"Take This as a Compliment" is an original poem. pls feel free to share it if you want to. thanks c:

Music by Keaton Henson “Petrichor”



"Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light."


"Beautiful summer day with clouds and rain. Sad songs written in the dead of winter."  Stream Tweedy’s full Newport Folk Festival set on NPR Music HERE. 
photo by Adam Kissick for NPR.

Armand Yerly

Brad Moore - French American School, Santa Ana, California (2006)

“Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don’t care who’s listening.” 
Allen Ginsberg - Legendary friend of free expression.

Photography by Brad Moore.

Tonight we’re playing Bogart’s in Cincinnati, OH. Can’t make it? Don’t worry, friends, we’ve got you covered: the whole show is being live-streamed by Yahoo! Spread the word - Let’s make this a global party! 
"Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on."

Immigrants. First generation. Ijeoma Umebinyuo.  (via tides-of-a-freespirit)

(Source: theijeoma, via streptomyces)