sean vize

• 2013-03-23 106 notes

  h-i-i-w:

  Sæglópur by Sigur Rós

  (via autobibliography)

  Source: h-i-i-w

• 2012-12-31 15 notes

  Source Decay, The Mountain Goats.

• 2012-10-15 6 notes

  Virtute The Cat Explains Her Departure, The Weakerthans.

• 2012-10-08 3 notes

  

  I brewed my own beer for the first time the other day. This little guy’s gonna grow up to be an IPA in about a month.
  
  Also, brewing is weirdly similar to developing black and white film.

• 2012-08-27 2 notes

  My Pillow Is The Threshold, The Silver Jews.

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  I spread my fingers out
  All along your quiet contours
  The silken curves of your neck
  The gentle rise and fall of shoulder blades
  The rhythm of your vertebrae
  And I am lost in you
  In your smell, like
  Sunlight, like warmth, like summer rain
  And in the soft heat of your skin
  Against my lips
  Your taste fills me
  And I emerge
  A mystic come down the mountain
  Wild-eyed and whispering
  “The glory! The resplendence!”
  Your hand in mine
  Like a gift
  Like breath.

• 2012-08-10 4 notes

  

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  Rachel & Allison, airing up the air mattresses.

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  Lake McConaughie, NE.

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  Rachel, hurling rocks into the sunset.