Revolver Camera (1938)
A colt 38 with a camera, that took a picture everytime you pulled the trigger.
Do you ever blow out a fat cloud of smoke and watch the smoke dance in the air and just for a moment you’re not thinking about what’s troubling you?
this almost made me cry. the beautiful smoke swirls always make me lose myself.
"Isn’t a person just a collection of their mistakes, and also their, kind of, undoing of their mistakes? I mean what else are you? You know, you’re always… You’re always just a reaction to the bad parts of yourself, I think. And I think that’s what is kind of like, a driving motivation behind any human being that wants to continue to grow and live life. ‘Cause they’re looking at their flaws and trying to go beyond it. And I think that, a person, essentially, dies when they think that they’ve found themselves, you know? Unless you want to admit that you yourself are not an individual, and are just part of a whole movement of ideas, and thoughts, and culture, and humanity, and furthermore the universe, and everything… Unless you really feel like that, you’re walking through walls, you know? You ARE always trying to find yourself. And it’s usually in a person who believes that they’ve found “the answer”, found “the end”, that there actually is a psychological end. And then, what’s the point of doing anything after that?"
Micheal “Eyedea” Larsen (via eyedea-dreams)
SADISTIK & KRISTOFF KRANE - HIGHER BRAIN
Hours before the plane crash
oh my god this breaks my heart into pieces.
"I want to be a part of a culture that flows free with energy and never stops to define itself or separate itself from other cultures. I want freedom. Even the word limits what we need to achieve.
I want to organize a religion that is not organized. It has no name, and no limitations. Some will call it hip-hop, some will call it conscious mumbo-jumbo. Some will love it, some will hate it. But it will be, and as long as it exists without being anything, it will be free."
Micheal “Eyedea” Larsen (via breerulez)
LONG LIVE DEAD ’90s DREAMS.
"In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?”