you will ALWAYS catch me being pathetic on tumblr.com
Phil Ochs poses for a portrait in 1967 in New York City, New York.
I couldn’t stop looking at her, didn’t want to blink. She was wicked looking—shiny black hair that hung down over the curve of slender hips, drooping lashes, partly raised, no Raggedy Ann doll. The sight of her made me high. All that and her voice. It was a voice that drove out bad spirits. It was like she’d come down from another planet.
Bob Dylan on Joan Baez, Chronicles, Vol. One, 2004
head (1968) promo film
hunk of parmesan: i'm getting so small! 😁 keep going! i wonder if i can get even smaller 😯
microplane, getting more and more delirious with lust as my knuckles get closer to it: he's ruight
WORLD WAS GONNA END IN 2012 BUT 2 YEARS LATER STILL MASTURJACKING MY MEATUMS WHO IS FUCKIN WITH ME?
Guy who fakes his death every time he gets mildly embarrassed about something he did
She’s listening to draft dodger rag
Just checking.... We all pronounce Miette like My-TAY in our heads, right?
It's "mne-eeh-t." "Mne-eht" said with that soft tongue on the upper palette French sound or "mee-yet". I put the "n" because the pretty tongue roll on the "y" kinda sounds "n"-like to me.
I've been saying it Mee-yet in my head. Like the French word for "crumb."
is it not like mye-teh?
Townes Van Zandt with Guy &Suzanne Clark
(mid '70s)