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Arcade Fire / The Suburbs / Tree of Life
I’M REALLY EXCITED FOR NEW P.T. ANDERSON STUFF
Calm down, dude.
CALLING HELP FROM ALL MY FELLOW THRIFTERS: PLEASE LIKE MY FACEBOOK FANPAGE OF MY VINTAGE STORE »
(Source: thriftmogul)
he now seemed like an old horse in a treadmill; he climbed and climbed, all day long, and at night he climbed in dreams. But if you should let him out of the treadmill, he would die — for lack of any reason of living.
Sinclair Ross, Oil!
Sometimes I wonder, when we’re 40, are these images still going to be the pictures that define ourselves as a person.
Obviously not, because things change.
We want to describe ourselves so much by making the conscious and particular decision of What Photo of a Skinny Topless Girl Defines Me As A Person. Because whether we notice it or not, we see a reflection of our own self in each of these images. In every pouting mouth, exposed leg, far-away stare into nothingness - we brand ourselves. I wonder when, or if, it ever really stops.
I’m convinced there’s a switch in my body and I’m either ON or OFF, baby.


