Achtung Baby!

Tiny Photographs of Melancholy

tiny photographs of melancholy

Though the sound of hope has left me
Sam Phillips: Sister Rosetta Goes Before Us

i turn my back on my faith
Love Spit Love: Am I Wrong

In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant. My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known -- no wonder, then, that I return the love.
Soren Kierkegaard

I don't want to see

Red Trauma

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
John Keats

Love is drowning
In a deep well
All the secrets
And no one to tell
Love is Blindness

[ Oingo Boingo|Can't See (Useless) live ]

Got to be a joker he just do what he please

Stacy's shirt captures what's on many people's mind today.

+ The Batman Essay: My Failed Attempt to Get Into Gotham State University - and When I Learned Gotham Wasn't a Real Place
+ Batman: The Complete Animated Series
+ 'DARK KNIGHT': RECORD $65M FRIDAY

Baby don’t rush

riverdance

[ Melody Gardot | Love Me Like A River ]

"Love goes away when your mind goes away and then you're someone else."
Kathy Acker

[ Diana Krall | Cry Me A River ]

I believe in some kind of path

And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
Dylan Thomas

+ Nick Cave - Into My Arms (live)

[ Ani Difranco - Light of Some Kind (live) ] 

Straight to sunday blues

[ Billie Holiday | Good Morning Heartache ]

Once I stood beside the well of many words

Burnt love

[  Elvis Costello &  Brodsky Quartet: Dead Letter ]

+ Robert Plant & Alison Krauss: Please Read The Letter (Live)

Don't You Break My Heart Again

by 9 0 0 0

[ Are We All Forgotten: Paper Route ]

I can see it in your eyes

[ The Thrill is Gone: Chet Baker ]

It was she who looked away

“We grew still and stared at each other. It seemed incredibly dangerous to look into each other’s eyes, but we were doing it. For how long can you behold another person? Before you have to think of yourself again, like dipping the brush back in for more ink. For a very long time; you didn’t need to get more ink, there was no reason to get anything else, because she was as good as me, she lived on earth like me, she suffered as I did. It was she who looked away and pulled the sheet to her chin.”
No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July [via]

[ Almost Ideal Eyes: Elvis Costello ]

[ Telescope Eyes: (MossEisley version): Eisley ]