Secret Garden
Original
Music
Epik High
Key
Art
Remix
Night lights
Eloquence
Voice
Acoustic
Lovely
(Source: demonicrosebush)
Holy shit Tina… Holy shit.
tina fey good at words
Shop for used book by E.K. Park on Flickr.
Pieces Of You | Epik High [ return/dedication to father]
Dedicated to you
Your eyes are the first mirror of my existence.
I see the reflection of my youth.
I want to be that again for you
The gigantic galaxy and your twin stars make me feel so ashamed.
The river flows in the place of my sadness
I want to refill your tears in the eyes where I slept and hid
During that brief time when you were my world
Your two hands
are the first scales of justice.
The lies of the world
balanced against the weight of the truth
That teaching is a graveyard
The feathers stuck on the wings
Remember the winter where
Both time and our hands froze
The snowman we made together
I want to hear the bells we heard in the cold wind
The times I held your hands to keep them warm
Your eyes
Your hands
I want to look in your eyes forever and hold your hands
I already want to turn back time
You know I do
I do you love you
Your tired image
Your retreating silhouette
I love you
I do love you
Every little piece of you
Every little piece of you
I love youSometimes I want to touch time and grasp it in my hands
So that you can be with me
I want to send it flying
I want to hold the song of Spring I heard during the joy of my youth
I really was young
I want to touch your cheeks
You cut your life in two
and lived for me
And with the remaining half of your life
Even if you live for me again
The things that someone as insignificant as myself can do
The things you want and desire for eternity
A spirited body
For ever you accepted
Now I want to take back
Everything you get for me
You collect, showed it off and counted
And then for fear of rejection you
Work harder, tired of living
I dont want to be that illness
Like the dirt stuck on the train of your clothes
My dark sins fall on your head like snow
It makes my heart cold
My breathing becomes difficult
Another day passes without you
When dreams come I want to go find you
I want to follow you
Matching your footsteps
I want to live
In our hourglass where there is not much time left
A desert of happiness
So we can rest there for a long time
every little piece of you
every little piece of you
every little piece of you
every little piece of you
I love youYou know I do
I do love you
Your tired image
Your retreating silhouette
Your eyes
Your hands
I want to breathe looking into your eyes forever
I want to turn back time already
Lucille Clifton, from “won’t you celebrate with me” (via the-final-sentence)
Instagram junkies are going to crap an Empire State building when they see this:
The Instagram Socialmatic Camera
Yes, that just happened. The team at ADR Studio have sold their souls to the devil and conjured up one of the best inventions of the year — possibly the decade. The Instagram Socialmatic Camera brings the Instagram icon to live, allowing the glorious app to actually function as the instant film camera that has spurred its very existence.
Here are some of the features:
• 16 GB mass storage.
• Wifi and Bluetooth.
• 4:3 touchscreen.
• 2 main lens, first for main capture, second for 3D filters, webcam applications and QR Code capturing.
• Optical zoom.
• LED Flash.
• Internal printer to make your Instagram photos real.
• Paper cartridge with Instagram Paper Sheets.
• Dedicated 4 colors ink tanks.
• InstaOs 1.0, which put together Facebook and Instagram App feature.The Instagram Paper Sheets has a retro side with a glue strip, so you can use your photos to vandalize anything your heart desires.
Pics just got real.
(via Quiet Lunch)Need.
No.. fucking.. way..
(Source: sophiniesom)
In the Autumn of 1923 Zelda was interviewed by a reporter from the Baltimore Sun. The public, he had told her, wanted to know if she was the heroine of Scott’s books. When the reporter arrived he found Zelda sitting far back in the plastic overstuffed chair in the living room of their Great Neck house. She told him this was her first interview and then called Scott to come help her. The reporter described Scott as he came into the room as tall, blond, and broad-shouldered, towering over his petite wife. They began to speak about three short stories that Zelda was writing. She said there were no typewriters in their house, for they both wrote their drafts in longhand. “I like to write. Do you know, I thought my husband should write a perfectly good ending to one of the tales, and he wouldn’t! He called them ‘lop-sided’ too! Said that they began at the end.” Then she interrupted herself to talk about Scott’s writing; her favorite short story of his was “The Offshore Pirate.” “I love Scott’s books and heroines. I like the ones that are like me! That’s why I love Rosalind in This Side of Paradise. You see, I always read everything he writes. It spoils the fun, the surprise, I mean, a bit….But Rosalind! I like girls like that….I like their courage, their recklessness, and spendthriftness. Rosalind was the original American flapper.”
At this point in the interview Scott explained that Zelda’s youth was spent going to proms and living in Montgomery. “That’s a mighty long way from New York,” he added. The reporter asked him to describe his wife. “She is the most charming person in the world.” And, after receiving Zelda’s thanks, he continued: “That’s all. I refuse to amplify. Excepting - she’s perfect.”
Zelda said, “But you don’t think that….You think I’m a lazy woman.”
“No, I like it. I think you’re perfect. You’re always ready to listen to my manuscript, at any hour of the day or night. You’re charming — beautiful. You do, I believe, clean the ice-box once a week.”
