J Dilla
Last Donut Of The Night

fluttering-slips:

Bleecker Street, Summer

Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor,
for the eternal idleness of the imagined return,
for rare flutes and bare feet, and the August bedroom
of tangled sheets and the Sunday salt, ah violin!
When I press summer dusks together, it is
a month of street accordions and sprinklers
laying the dust, small shadows running from me.

It is music opening and closing, Italia mia, on Bleecker,
ciao, Antonio, and the water-cries of children
tearing the rose-coloured sky in streams of paper;
it is dusk in the nostrils and the smell of water
down littered streets that lead you to no water,
and gathering islands and lemons in the mind.

There is the Hudson, like the sea aflame.
I would undress you in the summer heat,
and laugh and dry your damp flesh if you came.

cute-bird-dad:

kids are out here like “i wish i was alive during beatlemania” and im like….. beyonce is right here, right now, what is wrong with you. get right with jesus

sorryexcuseforsorry:

THE IMPORTANCE OF EACH OTHER (2014)
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park & cube
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~   comment left on the Racialious blog post “Sustainable Food & Priviledge: Why is Green always White (and Male and Upper-Class)

yagazieemezi:

My latest instagram candy is teffthedon

This Nigerian artist and blogger (Stephanie Nnamani) drew me in with her personal style and eye for the abstract. Hop on board to see more of her.

rue-privee:

Matthaeus Krenn ©
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cuntyspice:

Imagine if nicki had actual fat girls in her video tho

Canvas  by  andbamnan