Mr Scruff
By Simon James
Walker Books, 2019
Some things go together, some things don’t. Fish go with chips, but not with ice cream. Whisky goes with soda, but not with cornflakes. Shoes go with socks but not hats. You can try putting a member of the alt-right in a room with a lefty, but they’re not likely to talk, never mind get on. They’d rather be in a room with people like themselves…
Bonobo must have felt weird during the noughts, he was an outsider. I mean, his albums were close to what the times were, yet they also differed immensely. Moreover, he even tried to perform his pieces on his tours. I can hear you're already rolling your eyes over the statement, yet Live Sessions should prove you wrong about the electronic musicians of his ilk. You see, he actually gathered a band to perform his songs, so he did something few of his peers even attempted, i.e. he checked how his songs function outside the confines of electronica. He continues to do that, showing us a musician who's willing to challenge the stereotypes of his music. That might be one of his biggest successes, i.e. he showed this type of compositions can be more than just a certain set.
Me when I can’t find the very specific 100k slow -burn enemies to lovers, angst with a happy ending, award winning fic that my brain created during my before bed story time, realising I have to write it myself to be able to read it
the key to enjoying the magnus archives is understanding that every single person is a bitch. name a character and i can tell you right now they have the most petty bitchy tendencies. you have to understand that all of these characters are absolutely insufferable bitches and there's nothing any of us can do except say slay king live your truth. they served cunt and if innocents died along the way that's none of my business thank you
BREAKING NEWS: The Shadowhunters Chronicles (2007 - 2029) just received a 55 minute standing ovation from me in my living room after rereading it for the 200th time
cheating is a different kind of heartbreak, which hurts me more than anything else. like after reading, i can jump out of the window if i lose my mind enough.
James Baldwin, from If Beale Street Could Talk
Florence and the Machine, from Various Storms & Saints
Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre
Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet
Heart imagery by Andrea Zanatelli
Eye with Tear (oil paint and resin tear on canvas) by Nancy Fouts
Douleur d'amour (detail) by William-Adolphe Bouguereau