THE GYPSY THAT REMAINS

"And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings" Counting Crows



Lover of Art Nouveau, Bohemian/Gypsy/Vintage style, Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks, Counting Crows, Yacht Rock, Mumford & Sons, Florence + the Machine, Harold and Maude, Harry Potter, Anais Nin, All things 80's,True Blood, nature, yummy food, and books that you can disappear into and come out a changed person.

Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.

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I love long dresses. I love velvet. I love high boots. I never change. I love the same eye make-up. I’m not a fad person. I still have everything I had then. That’s one part of me… that’s where my songs come from. There’s a song on the new Fleetwood Mac album [Mirage] that says, ‘Going back to the velvet underground/back to the floor that I love,’ because I always put my bed on the floor. ‘To a room with some lace and paper flowers/ back to the gypsy that I was.’ And that’s San Francisco. That’s the Velvet Underground. Those are the things that I can’t give up.

Stevie Nicks, The Record, February 1982

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The Royal Tenenbaums(2001) dir. Wes Anderson

This is my adopted daughter, Margot Tenenbaum / I’m not in love with you any more / Of course it’s dark, it’s a suicide note / You used to be a genius / They just fell out of your pocket / Who? / She smokes / Why are you wearing pajamas? Do you live here? / I think we’re just gonna to have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that, Richie / The last six days have been the best six days of probably my whole life / Four minutes, forty-eight seconds. We’re all dead. Burned to a crisp. 

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moon dust in your lungs
stars in your eyes

you are a child of the cosmos
and ruler of the skies

for em (via trenzalours)

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Of course it is exhausting, having to reason all the time in a universe which wasn’t meant to be reasonable.

—Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions (via whyallcaps)

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I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.