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letterheady:

Letterhead used by Freddie Mercury in 1973, the year Queen’s debut album was released.
Queen, 1973 | Source

letterheady:

Letterhead used by Freddie Mercury in 1973, the year Queen’s debut album was released.

Queen, 1973 | Source

turnabout:

teenwolf:

THIS is why we love Buzzfeed 

This is why she’s my favorite.

Hoechlin always chews gum before those kind of scenes.

(Source: melanoradrood)

I dunno, just laying face down on the couch and waiting for some baby boomers to die, I guess

— Millennials, when asked about plans for the future (via alwaysfaithfulterriblelizard)

(Source: hermione-ganja, via leahclaire)

Let’s Talk About Money and Death

nicolesteinberg:

No one has the right
to feel fulfilled
at her job Michelle
tells me over Gchat.
Thank god for black
tea and the invention
of the GIF, so I can watch
death in slow motion
while answering emails.

[title via]

austinkleon:

Jorge Luis Borges: The Task of Art

The task of art is to transform what is continuously happening to us, to transform all these things into symbols, into music, into something which can last in man’s memory. That is our duty. If we don’t fulfill it, we feel unhappy. A writer or any artist has the sometimes joyful duty to transform all that into symbols. These symbols could be colors, forms or sounds. For a poet, the symbols are sounds and also words, fables, stories, poetry. The work of a poet never ends. It has nothing to do with working hours. Your are continuously receiving things from the external world. These must be transformed, and eventually will be transformed. This revelation can appear anytime. A poet never rests. He’s always working, even when he dreams. Besides, the life of a writer, is a lonely one. You think you are alone, and as the years go by, if the stars are on your side, you may discover that you are at the center of a vast circle of invisible friends whom you will never get to know but who love you. And that is an immense reward.

Thx @robinsloan

merlin:

daveshumka:

The slowed down vocals from “Band on the Run” over the sped up instruments from “Imagine.”

No words. This is magical.

This is so sad. Like they were still writing for each other, all those years later.

bothkindsofmusic:

unclebumpkin:

pieceofthesky:

The Band
This is maybe the best picture in the world.

(via bothkindsofmusic)

bothkindsofmusic:

unclebumpkin:

pieceofthesky:

The Band

This is maybe the best picture in the world.

(via bothkindsofmusic)


GLEETV: Let’s talk about #theseshoes


YES. LET’S.

GLEETV: Let’s talk about #theseshoes

YES. LET’S.

(Source: darrencriss-news, via tacogrande)

meganwest:

Andrew Bird - “Oh, Sister” - Live At USC’s Bovard Auditorium 

Not the prettiest version, or the one I like best, but astonishingly striking.

Still one of the most amazing voices I’ve ever heard live.

daveholmes:

On the Glee tip:
I worked with Matthew Morrison in the Broadway revival of “The Rocky Horror Show” in late 2001. I took over for Dick Cavett as “The Criminologist” for a week and he was in the chorus. He and I bonded quickly, because he’s a very nice guy and I really enjoyed looking at him. 
So between the Wednesday matinee and the 8pm show, I asked him out to dinner. We went to Ruby Foo’s, the massive sushi place across from the theater, but the wait was too long. We said thanks and left, whereupon one of the managers recognized me from MTV, and chased us down the block. “Mr. Holmes! MR. HOLMES! Of COURSE we have a table for you. Come back in.” 
Folks, this NEVER happens. Ever. We went back in, and I silently thanked God for allowing this one-time event to take place in front of the hottest chorus boy of all time. 
And then we ate and he talked about his girlfriend and I thought: “Great. Even on Broadway I pick the straight guy.” 

This will, forever and ever, be the story I think about when I think about Matthew Morrison.

daveholmes:

On the Glee tip:

I worked with Matthew Morrison in the Broadway revival of “The Rocky Horror Show” in late 2001. I took over for Dick Cavett as “The Criminologist” for a week and he was in the chorus. He and I bonded quickly, because he’s a very nice guy and I really enjoyed looking at him. 

So between the Wednesday matinee and the 8pm show, I asked him out to dinner. We went to Ruby Foo’s, the massive sushi place across from the theater, but the wait was too long. We said thanks and left, whereupon one of the managers recognized me from MTV, and chased us down the block. “Mr. Holmes! MR. HOLMES! Of COURSE we have a table for you. Come back in.” 

Folks, this NEVER happens. Ever. We went back in, and I silently thanked God for allowing this one-time event to take place in front of the hottest chorus boy of all time. 

And then we ate and he talked about his girlfriend and I thought: “Great. Even on Broadway I pick the straight guy.” 

This will, forever and ever, be the story I think about when I think about Matthew Morrison.

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fuckyeahghosttowns:

Kelso, California. (via flickr)
Kelso is a ghost town and defunct railroad depot in the Mojave National Preserve in San Bernardino County, California. Starting off as what was a simple train depot in the 1920s, the town of Kelso boomed briefly to as many as 2000 residents in the 1940s, when borax and iron mines opened nearby. Gold and silver were also discovered in the nearby hills of what became known as the Kelso district. The town shrank again when the mines closed after about a decade.
The train depot was built in 1923 and contained boarding rooms for railroad employees and a restaurant for both railroad employees and passengers. It also had a telegraph office and waiting room. The large rooms in the basement also served as a community center for local residents. The depot remained in operation until 1986. It was recently renovated to become the Mojave National Preserve’s visitor center. Renovation was completed in 2005 and is now open to the public.
During the 1970s Kelso was known as the town without television. About 75 residents lived in Kelso, many with school age children. Television signals could not reach the town which meant that residents found other methods of recreation. Children played outside until dark. Adults sat outside and talked together. However, with the advent of satellite dishes, television was eventually introduced to Kelso.

fuckyeahghosttowns:

Kelso, California.
(via flickr)

Kelso is a ghost town and defunct railroad depot in the Mojave National Preserve in San Bernardino County, California. Starting off as what was a simple train depot in the 1920s, the town of Kelso boomed briefly to as many as 2000 residents in the 1940s, when borax and iron mines opened nearby. Gold and silver were also discovered in the nearby hills of what became known as the Kelso district. The town shrank again when the mines closed after about a decade.

The train depot was built in 1923 and contained boarding rooms for railroad employees and a restaurant for both railroad employees and passengers. It also had a telegraph office and waiting room. The large rooms in the basement also served as a community center for local residents. The depot remained in operation until 1986. It was recently renovated to become the Mojave National Preserve’s visitor center. Renovation was completed in 2005 and is now open to the public.

During the 1970s Kelso was known as the town without television. About 75 residents lived in Kelso, many with school age children. Television signals could not reach the town which meant that residents found other methods of recreation. Children played outside until dark. Adults sat outside and talked together. However, with the advent of satellite dishes, television was eventually introduced to Kelso.

Chase is, on the whole, a pretty good fellow and a very able man. His only trouble is that he has “the White House fever” a little too bad, but I hope this may cure him and that he will be satisfied.

Lincoln, on nominating Chase as Chief Justice (793).

I could tell you how much I hate Salmon P. Chase, but I’ll save it for my book.