On the journey towards Arcadia
Elena, 17. I strongly believe that the Arcadian dream hasn't fallen through and I'm passionate about music. A britpop-devotee, a jazz-lover, rock-maniac and a classical music's friend. And mostly I'm a Radiohead-fanatic.


My Music: Muse, David Bowie, Blur (&all Damon Albarn), Horace Silver, Chopin, Pulp, Oasis, Suede, Rachmaninoff, Eddie Vedder, Richard Ashcroft, Devendra Banhart, Nat King Cole, Yann Tiersen, Michael Nyman, Cherry Poppin Daddies, System of a Down, Madness, Boards of Canada, Slash n Guns n Roses, Duke Ellington.

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June 1st
11:08 PM
10:51 PM
May 31st
8:30 PM
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rhysjoejoshuatomfaris:

Photography by James D Kelly

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8:30 PM
May 29th
11:35 PM
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Pretty Lights - Understand Me Now (chopped & screwed)

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undone-music:

Pretty Lights - Understand Me Now (chopped & screwed by βeeaЯeΔyeDee)

May 27th
10:32 PM

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10:24 PM

(Source: anarchyagogo, via thinksquad)

May 11th
11:32 PM
"In a world thronged with monsters and with gods, we are barely conscious of tranquility."
—  

Marcel Proust, À l’ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs, trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin

(via proustitute)

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May 10th
7:52 PM
i12bent:

“As a young child I wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. They lounged around Singapore and Rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. They sniffed cocaine in Mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of Tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle.” ― William S. Burroughs,  The Adding Machine: Selected Essays

i12bent:

“As a young child I wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. They lounged around Singapore and Rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. They sniffed cocaine in Mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of Tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle.” ― William S. Burroughs, The Adding Machine: Selected Essays

(Source: dirty-dozen, via modern-boys)

May 7th
10:48 PM
"On Sundays Kafka goes for walks by himself, without any objective, without thinking. He says, ‘Every day I wish myself off the earth. There is nothing wrong with me except myself.’"
—  From a note by Max Brod, early 1911 (via depressionparty)

(Source: hypocrite-lecteur, via underneonloneliness)

8:44 PM
cavetocanvas:

Francis Bacon, Head VI, 1949

cavetocanvas:

Francis Bacon, Head VI, 1949

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