(Source: bozobooks)
![jimmynovaks:
miserable and poor. [southern gothic]
for the hellfire sermons and twister-sick skies of the christ-haunted south | listen.
when jesus comes - uncle sinner / the dust storm - those poor bastards / devil do - holly golightly & the brokeoffs / earth died screaming - tom waits / snake song - isobel campbell and mark lanegan / wolfgang - elliott brood / devil and the door - highlonesome / broken throat blues - antic clay / like a mountain - timber timbre / a chi sa dove sara - tarantella / to make a ring - woven hand and ultima vez / troubles - smoke fairies / 7 devils - goddamn gallows / luisa’s bones - crooked fingers / last kind words - geeshie wiley / someday - blanche / you will be my ain true love - alison krauss](http://24.media.tumblr.com/693d0cb6464e1a8a3ce42428194b6344/tumblr_mmb58cfs361r0wzh0o1_500.jpg)
miserable and poor. [southern gothic]
for the hellfire sermons and twister-sick skies of the christ-haunted south | listen.
when jesus comes - uncle sinner / the dust storm - those poor bastards / devil do - holly golightly & the brokeoffs / earth died screaming - tom waits / snake song - isobel campbell and mark lanegan / wolfgang - elliott brood / devil and the door - highlonesome / broken throat blues - antic clay / like a mountain - timber timbre / a chi sa dove sara - tarantella / to make a ring - woven hand and ultima vez / troubles - smoke fairies / 7 devils - goddamn gallows / luisa’s bones - crooked fingers / last kind words - geeshie wiley / someday - blanche / you will be my ain true love - alison krauss
“Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely; all this must go on without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely? but that somehow in the streets of London, on the ebb and flow of things, here, there, she survived…she being part, she was positive, of the trees at home; of the house there, ugly, rambling all to bits and pieces as it was; part of people she had never met; being laid out like a mist between the people she knew best, who lifted her on their branches as she had seen the trees lift the mist, but it spread ever so far, her life, herself.”
Virginia Woolf — “You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
(Source: criispy-clean)
ive been awake for very long my inhibitions are very low
(Source: imtalkingtoyoufrominside)
