nervous-princess:



'In a society where all adventure has been destroyed, the only adventure left is to destroy that society.'

I think about this quote pretty often

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psychedelicatessenn:

jesus fucking christ i am in tears

soundsof71:

David Bowie, 1971.

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but-rick-wright-is-a-cat:

Pink Floyd 1965

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tomaskalnokyandco:

This is quite possibly the saddest thing I’ve ever read.

fourteen-forty:

Beth Hoeckel

These gently apocalyptic images are mixed media collages by artist Beth Hoeckel. The dreamlike quality draws you into another world of a futuristic past. An impression of the future reflecting on a bygone era. A 1950’s futurism study.

They are brilliantly entising, you wonder about the situation, the story behind the collated image.

As though you have jumped into a famous five or secret seven story, but way better.

All images from her website here.

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secfromdisaster:

Life
woodysblues:

“When he gave up [Pink Floyd] he took up painting again for a bit, but he never enjoyed it. He didn’t really have a sense of direction. He used to lie in bed every morning, and I would get this feeling like the wall between our rooms didn’t quite exist, because I’d know that Syd was lying in bed thinking, ‘What do I do today? Shall I get out of bed? If I get out of bed, I can do this, and I can do that - or I can do that, or I could do that.’ He had the world at his feet, all the possibilities, and he just couldn’t choose. He had great problems committing himself to any action. As for committing himself to doing anything for any length of time - he was the kind of person who’d change in the middle. He’d set off, lose his motivation, and start questioning what he was doing - which might just be walking down the street.”
— Duggie Fields on Syd Barrett 
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