distopian dream girl


My name is Nicole. Music student. NYU. Long Island-Prague-Manhattan. Pixies enthusiast.

The naked female body is treated so weirdly in society. It’s like people are constantly begging to see it, but once they do, someone’s a hoe.

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Title: Where You'll Find Me Now Artist: Neutral Milk Hotel 6,145 plays


Neutral Milk Hotel - Where You’ll Find Me Now

For what we are about to see next, we must enter quietly into the realm of genius.

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Title: Don't Think Twice, It's Alright Artist: Bob Dylan 7,301 plays


Day 16: Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright- Bob Dylan

So long, honey, babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
Goodbye’s too good a word, babe
So I’ll just say fare thee well
I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
You coulda done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

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Rohan is jealous of my gnocchi.
Thanks @isaac_turpin ya dork.


Twin Peaks. Season 1

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is this toro y moi?

You guys listen to modern baseball?


Julia Louis-Dreyfus wins Outstanding Lead Actress in a Comedy Series for ‘Veep’ and kisses actor Bryan Cranston onstage at the 66th Annual Primetime Emmy Awards held at Nokia Theatre L.A. Live on August 25, 2014 i

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David Lynch does the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge with iced coffee [x]

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my favourite portrayals of Austen heroes / heroines

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Wishing I were bigger than these moments,
smothered in hands, passing through my old bodies,
shedding a luscious fur that drips from my shoulders
like a whore in a girlie magazine, wishing I were greater
than desire, so over its poesy whatever, wishing you hadn’t
left me in June, wishing you were here, kissing me goodbye
in the porch light. It’s a sweet montage, we’re laughing ugly
and smiling at each other,the night expanding like a lung.
So we drive with all the windows down,
grinning into the blue, legs crossed, not both of them mine,
the car sliding down the road like a streaming blotch
on a reel of film. Lying on Sol’s couch, soft and molted,
palming my phone, your phantom weight on my stomach,
trying to send this, hoping at the very least to startle you into love,
not love with me, but love as a verb,
hoping you’ll see the bullshit in that sentence,
regretting this already.