Devon and Grimes


ooooh my gosh

found this song on my computer that me and dev of majical cloudz made in like 2009 about our cat voignamir who at the time was on very bad terms with us because we were forcing him to diet and so he was like, very violent but literally like 20 or 30 pounds.  

i dont know why it sounds like indie rock haha, neither of us really make music like this

It’s a companion piece to Animal Collective’s ‘Doggy’, but more upbeat, less elegiac.

The Ramones - ‘Today Your Love, Tomorrow the World’

Cartagena: Plaza del Ayuntamiento and Palacio Consistorial

Lavender and yoghurt scones: a recipe modified and mollified after Rachel Khoo. Rachel Khoo posted her recipe, for lavender, yoghurt and raspberry scones, on the London Evening Standard website a couple of weeks ago. My recipe is bolstered by a preface which discusses aviation in the north of Sweden.

Salt Pans Road, Wild Flowers and Water

'Yes, Angiolina thinks and sometimes cries, thinks as though the secret of the universe had been explained to her or the secret of her own existence, and is sad as though in all the whole wide world she could not find one single solitary deo gratias.’

- Italo Svevo (1898) As a Man Grows Older trans. Beryl de Zoete

Rock Pool at Cloughton Wyke

Green Field Blue Sky, Farm and Horses

Rich Homie Quan - ‘They Don’t Know’

'He told me that in 1886 he had invented an original system of numbering and that in a very few days he had gone beyond the twenty-four-thousand mark. He had not written it down, since anything he thought of once would never be lost to him. His first stimulus was, I think, his discomfort at the fact that the famous thirty-three gauchos of Uruguayan history should require two signs and two words, in place of a single word and a single sign. He then applied this absurd principle to the other numbers. In place of seven thousand thirteen, he would say (for example) Máximo Pérez; in place of seven thousand fourteen, The Railroad; other numbers were Luis Melián Lafinur, Olimar, sulphur, the reins, the whale, the gas, the cauldron, Napoleon, Agustín de Vedia. In place of five hundred, he would say nine. Each word had a particular sign, a kind of mark; the last in the series were very complicated…I tried to explain to him that his rhapsody of incoherent terms was precisely the opposite of a system of numbers. I told him that saying 365 meant saying three hundreds, six tens, five ones, an analysis which is not found in the “numbers” The Negro Timoteo or meat blanket. Funes did not understand me or refused to understand me.’

- Jorge Luis Borges (1942) ‘Funes the Memorious’ trans. James E. Irby

Sunset in Blue, Pink, and Gold