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now see i just don’t play fairbut it’s fair enoughcause yo girl broke my heartin halfnow i’m singing la da ad da ah ahbout heartbreak ohand now im’m singing la da da da da ah ah ahbout love lost
130. Frank Ocean- Songs for women

now see i just don’t play fair
but it’s fair enough
cause yo girl broke my heart
in half
now i’m singing la da ad da ah ah
bout heartbreak oh
and now im’m singing la da da da da ah ah ah
bout love lost


130. Frank Ocean- Songs for women

129. Daft Punk- Robot Rock

129. Daft Punk- Robot Rock

Especially if you’re a giraffe…

Especially if you’re a giraffe…

I’ve got a little black book with my poems in 
I’ve got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in 
When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in 
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on 
Got those swollen hand blues. 
Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from 
I’ve got electric light 
And I’ve got second sight 
I’ve got amazing powers of observation 
And that is how I know 
When I try to get through 
On the telephone to you 
There’ll be nobody home 
I’ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm 
And I’ve got the inevitable pinhole burns 
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt 
I’ve got nicotine stains on my fingers 
I’ve got a silver spoon on a chain 
I’ve got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains 
I’ve got wild staring eyes 
I’ve got a strong urge to fly 
But I’ve got nowhere to fly to 
Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone 
There’s still nobody home 
I’ve got a pair of Gohills boots 
And I’ve got fading roots.

128. Pink Floyd- Nobody home

I’ve got a little black book with my poems in
I’ve got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
I’ve got electric light
And I’ve got second sight
I’ve got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There’ll be nobody home
I’ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And I’ve got the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
I’ve got nicotine stains on my fingers
I’ve got a silver spoon on a chain
I’ve got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I’ve got wild staring eyes
I’ve got a strong urge to fly
But I’ve got nowhere to fly to
Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone
There’s still nobody home
I’ve got a pair of Gohills boots
And I’ve got fading roots.

128. Pink Floyd- Nobody home

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Echolilia: A Father’s Photographic Conversation with His Autistic Son
Timothy Archibald uses his camera to find an emotional bridge to his son Photographs and text from the book Echolilia: Sometimes I Wonder

 My eldest son was born in 2001. He was always a kid who went to the beat of his own drummer. When he was 5, we began making photographs collaboratively as a way to find some common ground and attempt to understand each other. Soon after we began the project, Elijah was diagnosed on the autistic spectrum. Though the diagnosis gave me the words and history to understand my son better, it didn’t take away the mystery and the need to try to find an emotional bridge to him.”Echolilia” is an alternate spelling of a more common term, “echolalia,” used in the autistic community to refer to the habit of verbal repetition and copying that is commonly found in autistic kids’ behavior. I liked the idea of it: photography is a form of copying. Kids are a form of repetition. And looking at my kid with photography allowed me to see myself a new

(via architectureland)

Beautiful

The complexity of life & the beauty in it…

I’d rather be in Tokyo
I’d rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh
Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku
There’s something wrong with me, I’m a cuckoo



127. Belle and Sebastian- I’m a cuckoo

Driving this road down to paradise
Letting the sun light into my eyes
Our only plan is to improvise
And it’s crystal clear
That I don’t ever want it to end
If I had my way I would never leave
Keep building these random memories
Turning our days into melodies


126. Daft Punk ft. Todd Edwards- Fragments of time

It’s the same old shit, so it’s how you deal with it.it’s the glove that fits that you wear.So when the wind blows strong, I put a few more layers on,and I tell myself I don’t care.
125. Bright eyes- Stray Dog Freedom

It’s the same old shit, so it’s how you deal with it.
it’s the glove that fits that you wear.
So when the wind blows strong, I put a few more layers on,
and I tell myself I don’t care.


125. Bright eyes- Stray Dog Freedom

…Now you’re knocking at my door
Saying please come out with us tonight
But I would rather be alone
Than pretend I feel alright..


124. Ready to start

Oh, I wanna show you, the different emotionsI wanna run to the sounds and motionsElectric woman waits for you and meSo it’s time we take a ride, we can cast all of your hang-ups over the seaside.While we fly right over the love filled sea Look up ahead, I see the loveland, soon you’ll understand.
123. The Jimi Hendrix Experience- Have you ever been

Oh, I wanna show you, the different emotions
I wanna run to the sounds and motions
Electric woman waits for you and me
So it’s time we take a ride, 
we can cast all of your hang-ups over the seaside.
While we fly right over the love filled sea 
Look up ahead, I see the loveland, soon you’ll understand.


123. The Jimi Hendrix Experience- Have you ever been

122. you’ll love this song…

I want to, I want to be someone else or I’ll explodeFloating upon the surface for the birds…
You want me, well fucking well come and find meI’ll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwichesAnd nothing…You want me, fucking come on and break the door downI’m ready…
121. Radiohead- Talk show host

I want to, I want to be someone else or I’ll explode
Floating upon the surface for the birds…


You want me, well fucking well come and find me
I’ll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches
And nothing…

You want me, fucking come on and break the door down
I’m ready…


121. Radiohead- Talk show host

120. just don’t ask…

Into this song I send myselfAnd with these drinks I plan to collapseAnd forget this wasted year, these wasted yearsDevoted friends, they disappearAnd I’m sorry about the phone call and needing youSome decisions you don’t makeI guess it’s just like breathing and not wanting toThere are some things you can’t fake I guess that it’s typical To cling to memories you’ll never get back againAnd to sort through old photographsOf a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know
119. happy birthday to me

Into this song I send myself
And with these drinks I plan to collapse
And forget this wasted year, these wasted years
Devoted friends, they disappear
And I’m sorry about the phone call and needing you
Some decisions you don’t make
I guess it’s just like breathing and not wanting to
There are some things you can’t fake 
I guess that it’s typical 
To cling to memories you’ll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs
Of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know

119. happy birthday to me

118. I forgot how much I used to love this song…