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CROW // THIRTY-ONE
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crough · 2 months ago
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A Lost Highway (1997) promo lighter from the personal collection of David Lynch.
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huge shout out to this little kid for writing my favorite poem
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HEARTBREAKING: band you just discovered doesn't have any other songs that sound like that
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crough · 2 months ago
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ANHEDONIA REMEDIES!
GET YOUR ANHEDONIA REMEDIES HERE!
if you are lost in the rut, i am begging you to read this essay by Sasha Chapin suggesting what, essentially, my take, are potential jump-starts back into living life in real time. like actually experiencing experiences
do it now! don’t lose months, years, or decades! there is a life beyond doomscrolling, and it’s finite (sorry. sorry. i know okay)
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crough · 2 months ago
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John Brosio - Dinosaurs Eating a CEO (2013)
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“Whatever happens, happens to you by you, through you; you are the creator, enjoyer and destroyer of all you perceive.” Nisargadatta Maharaj (I Am That, 1973)
Finding their way home Meranku @meranku
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crough · 2 months ago
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crough · 2 months ago
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Smile wide, scrub side, feet on the dash
I'll sleep the whole damn day
Slow lane, propane, empties for cash
Rear-view mirror thrown away
Oh, let me tell you about my operation
Doctors removed your memory
Ground floor, screen door, yelling inside
I think you know the scene
Front lawn, break of dawn, clothes on the ground
How could you be so mean?
—let me tell you about my operation, they might be giants
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crough · 2 months ago
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Hand in the maw of a wolf skull By: Leonard Lee Rue III From: The Order of Wolves 1976
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crough · 2 months ago
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She’s a dog who wrote the book of love And then devoured it Now she’s only Staring at the door Staring at the door She’s tireless, she’s attentive She will not be distracted The point of her existence Is staring at the door
—dog, they might be giants
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crough · 2 months ago
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Never to part since the day we met Out on Interstate 91 I was bent metal, you were a flaming wreck When we kissed at the overpass I was sailing along with the people Driving themselves to distraction inside me Then came a knock on the door which was odd And the picture abruptly changed
—the end of the tour, they might be giants
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crough · 2 months ago
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We were once so close to Heaven Peter came out and gave us medals Declaring us the nicest Of the damned
—road movie to berlin, they might be giants
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crough · 2 months ago
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I'll never know what you'll find When you open up your letterbox tomorrow 'Cause a little bird never tells me anything I want to know She's my best friend, she's a sparrow And I'll never never know what you never never never want to know When you know what you are, oh If I had a pair of eyes on the back of my head for each time You forgot to take out all the things you forgot to talk about When you took a bite out of my spine I would have a lot of eyes on me by this time, wouldn't I? Wouldn't that just be fine? Too late or soon to make noise About love and there's no time for sorrow Run around in the rain with a hole in the brain 'til tomorrow
—letterbox, they might be giants
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crough · 2 months ago
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I will never say the word "Procrastinate" again I'll never see myself in the mirror with my eyes closed I didn't apologize for when I was eight And I made my younger brother have to be my personal slave Did a large procession wave their torches as my head fell in the basket? And was everybody dancing on the casket? Now it's over, I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want Or I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do So I won't sit at home anymore And you won't see my head in the window And I won't be around ever anymore And I'll be up there on the wall at the store
—dead, they might be giants
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