get-disowned:

Would you help steady my hand, help make my coastlines less jagged?

I think my name is safest in your mouth.

get-disowned:

Would you help steady my hand, help make my coastlines less jagged?

I think my name is safest in your mouth.

 
We’re all born a Witch. We’re all born into magic. It’s taken from us as we grow up.
Madeleine L’Engle (via sierrademulder)
 
Sobriety filters out drinking buddies from real friends at shows, and makes you reevaluate your relationships, for the better. I lost some acquaintances along the way, and I have accepted that some people won’t interact with me as much, but I also realized I will still continue to socialize and make friends, on my terms. As a result of going sober, I have become more observant of other matters; I no longer worry about what people will think of me if I’m not drinking, but become more concerned about how under the influence other people become, not only getting belligerent or acting inappropriately, but knowing the end of the night is near, and they plan on driving home after the show. This is where drinking surpasses the relief of anxiety, and contributes to dangerous behavior. This is where punk tinged drinking songs go from being fun to negatively influential.
 
Fur and flesh, muscle, bone
like a child blind, unborn
whose dreams caress you deep inside
are my dreams worth the ride?
Missing Angel Juan
Francesca Lia Block (via primaverapersephone)
 
Sunday is for: yoga pants & crewnecks, dark matte lipstick, a local juice concoction called “Sexy Body,” and spending the evening getting weird shit tattooed on me.

Sunday is for: yoga pants & crewnecks, dark matte lipstick, a local juice concoction called “Sexy Body,” and spending the evening getting weird shit tattooed on me.

 

haulix:

Hello again. Thank you for joining us today. We have spent a lot of this week talking about the industry and how bands can better there efforts, but before we head into the weekend there is one additional industry profile that we wish to share. If you’re into photography, this post is for you.

This blog exists to promote the future of the music industry, and to do that we need input from people like you and your music-loving friends. If you have any questions about the content in this article, or if you have an artist you would like to see featured on this blog, please contact james@haulix.com and share your thoughts. We can also be found on Twitter and Facebook.

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It’s not every day that someone writes us with a request that we consider their work in regards to planning our future content, but I have to be honest and tell you those are the email I open as fast as I possibly can. Why? Because it takes a special breed of person to speak out and let the world know they are doing whatever it takes to chase their dreams. Some people who do this may come across as egotistical at times, sure, but from my experience the people in the industry who are most vocal about their efforts have the results needed to back up their statements more often than not. This is a business that demands individuals take their career into their own hands if they ever hope to get ahead, and today we are thrilled to introduce you to one young woman who is doing just that.

Allison Newbold, otherwise known as Ally, has been building her reputation as a music photographer with an eye unlike any other since 2008. She knew she had a passion for photography from a very young age, and she realized early in her teen years that in order to make her hobby anything that could one day resemble a career she would have to do whatever she could to position herself for success. She shot every show she could attend, honing her skills and networking with groups of all sizes along the way, but things did not really begin to take off until Ally moved to Philadelphia in 2012. 

I never knew Ally’s name prior to working on this feature, but as soon as I began to scroll through her photography I realized I had been enjoying her work for years. She has an eye for this medium like very few do, and considering how young she still is it’s very likely that talent will only continue to develop in the years to come. Even more important than that however, is the fact Ally has taken her career into her own hands, accepting responsibility for her successes and failures as they come. It’s something I wish every young industry professional could do, and my hope is that learning Ally’s story will encourage others to take it upon themselves to make positive changes in their own lives.

If you would like to see Ally’s work and learn more about her life in music, click here to visit her official website. Additional questions and comments can be left at the end of this post.

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Do you lose your temper easily? I don’t on the whole, but when I do, I really feel closer to God than at other times. When the blood begins to boil all at once, from head to foot, fists twitching in one’s pockets, when everything in one detaches itself from all self-control, and this very powerlessness to control oneself reveals itself—in another, indeed the true sense—as power, then one realizes that anger should be avoided only in its lowest beginnings.
Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice (via violentwavesofemotion)
 
samanthaconlonart:

how what to do with a body / how to protect a body 

samanthaconlonart:

how what to do with a body / how to protect a body 

 

(But I’ve got an angry heart / Filled with cancers and poppy tarts / If this is how you folks make art, it’s fucking depressing)

 

gabydunn:

kabuverdianu:

you ever walk past a basic white boy and think to yourself “i would have thought you were so attractive before i started loving myself”

getting to this place is A+

 

punch-in-the-face-poetry:

People pray to each other. The way I say “you” to someone else,
respectfully, intimately, desperately. The way someone says
“you” to me, hopefully, expectantly, intensely …
—Huub Oosterhuis

You       who I don’t know       I don’t know how to talk to you

—What is it like for you there?

Here … well, wanting solitude; and talk; friendship—
The uses of solitude. To imagine; to hear.
Learning braille. To imagine other solitudes.
But they will not be mine;
to wait, in the quiet; not to scatter the voices—

What are you afraid of?

What will happen. All this leaving. And meetings, yes. But death.
What happens when you die?

“… not scatter the voices,”

Drown out. Not make a house, out of my own words. To be quiet in
another throat; other eyes; listen for what it is like there. What
word. What silence. Allowing. Uncertain: to drift, in the
restlessness … Repose. To run like water—

What is it like there, right now?

Listen: the crowding of the street; the room. Everyone hunches in
against the crowding; holding their breath: against dread.

What do you dread?

What happens when you die?

What do you dread, in this room, now?

Not listening. Now. Not watching. Safe inside my own skin.
To die, not having listened. Not having asked … To have scattered
life.

Yes I know: the thread you have to keep finding, over again, to
follow it back to life; I know. Impossible, sometimes.

 
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