it must be the beer
Alphabeat - Digital Love (Daft Punk Cover)
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chooolss:

Digital Love (Daft Punk cover) - Alphabeat, Frankmusik & Leon Jean-Marie

It isn’t necessary for a man’s kids to be like him, or to think and feel as he thinks and feels, or to be better than he is, or greater. It is only necessary for a man’s kids to be begotten, fathered, and mothered until they may in turn become first the fathers and mothers of their own fathers and mothers, and then the fathers and mothers of their own kids. A man is in fact born again in his son and in his daughter, and his son is his father and his daughter is his mother. And the more of them he has, the more sons and daughters, the more fathers and mothers, the more he himself may then enlarge his own sonhood and his own fatherhood. It cannot be done by any other way.
William Saroyan, Here Comes, There Goes, You Know Who
kevinjon:

jeremynator:

visitindonesia:

Only in Indonesia (especially Toraja), a corpse is usually being carried up to the grave, but in Toraja, the corpse is woken up letting it to walk to its grave (is rarely performed anymore)The corpse is woken up using black magic. This is done because in Toraja the graves/cemetries is placed above limestones mountains.The corpse walks by itself, and its guided by an expert in black magic behind it. But there is one prohibition, the corpse shouldn’t be appointed, once pointed, the corpse falls down and isn’t able to walk again.


FTW?? is this fvckin true??

kevinjon:

jeremynator:

visitindonesia:

Only in Indonesia (especially Toraja), a corpse is usually being carried up to the grave, but in Toraja, the corpse is woken up letting it to walk to its grave (is rarely performed anymore)

The corpse is woken up using black magic. This is done because in Toraja the graves/cemetries is placed above limestones mountains.

The corpse walks by itself, and its guided by an expert in black magic behind it. But there is one prohibition, the corpse shouldn’t be appointed, once pointed, the corpse falls down and isn’t able to walk again.

FTW?? is this fvckin true??

mlmlzd:

Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot.

mlmlzd:

Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot.

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
’relax’, said the night man,
‘We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!’

Hotel California, Eagles
Memory can change the shape of a room, it can change the color of a car and memories can be distorted. They’re just an interpretation, not a record. They’re irrelevant if you have the facts.
-Leonard Shelby, Memento (a Christopher Nolan Film)
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From Elliot Smith’s Say Yes

I’m in love with world through the eyes of a girl

Who’s still around the morning after

Recently, i thought about the “the-morning-after” states. It could be the hardest part of a day. It must be the beer.

osumelephant:

whateverkwen:

hey-insomia:

(via anaphora, senshuk)
Most of the writers I know are weird hybrids. There’s a strong streak of egomania coupled with extreme shyness. Writing’s kind of like exhibitionism in private. And there’s also a strange loneliness, and a desire to have some kind of conversation with people, but not a real great ability to do it in person.
David Foster Wallace (via earlyfrost) (via tarts, sometimesagreatnotion) (via buyhercandy) (via presidents) (via thatgirlchuicide) (via foreignobjects)

…Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets, they are always statues to
talk to, and benches made for sitting gives strangers a shared existence
if only for a minute, these moments can be so uplifting and the
conversation you get in by sitting alone on benches, might have never
happened had you not been there by yourself…

…You can stand swaffed by groups and mobs and hands with your partner,
look both further and farther in the endless quest for company. But no
one is in your head…