{sunday} Adam Mead ~ Bronx Gothic

{sunday} Adam Mead ~ Bronx Gothic

I will think of water-lilies Growing in a darkened pool, And my breath shall move like water, And my hands be limp and cool.   It shall be as though I waited In a wooden place alone; I will learn the peace of lilies And will take it for my own.   If a twinge of...
Luba Luft ~ Feed Your Head

Luba Luft ~ Feed Your Head

Is it possible to feed your head too much? We will address this question another day. Looking at this picture, I feel like we’ve been fed the exact right amount. Jefferson Airplane ~ White Rabbit One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you smallAnd the...