too sweet for rock 'n roll

A digital bulletin board of sorts.
Rock writer Rob Sheffield once drunkenly argued that the supernatural success of nondescript country artist Garth Brooks was a social reaction to the temporary absence of Bruce Springsteen. This is the type of argument so simultaneously obvious and unseen that only someone as supernaturally brilliant as Rob Sheffield could possibly make it.
Chuck Klosterman (via anotiondeepinside)

andreakisasi:

nbcparksandrec:

nbctv:

Basically.

Accurate.

That is correct.

Amy Poehler > Bey.

Come at me, Beyhive. 

I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong.
Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via springsteen)

(via springsteen)

northendrecords:

HAPPY MONDAY!!!

Cats do not fuck around.

moviegifsthatrock:

Dead Poets Society [Peter Weir, 1989]

moviegifsthatrock:

Dead Poets Society [Peter Weir, 1989]

(via springsteen)

la-dolce-vita-148:

Poetry in Mexico

(via pinkrobotboogaloo)

People love to say, ‘My cat is great. He’s just like a dog.’ I always think, Well, get a fucking dog!
Chrissy Teigen (via hellotinkerrbell)

(via esquire)

I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.
Jonathan Carroll  (via theremina)

(via wilwheaton)

mpdrolet:

Coca Cola in flight, 1969

Christian von Alvensleben

(via pinkrobotboogaloo)

Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning.

(via 12minds)

Joy is everywhere; it is in the earth’s green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky; in the reckless exuberance of spring; in the severe abstinence of grey winter; in the living flesh that animates our bodily frame; in the perfect poise of the human figure, noble and upright; in living; in the exercise of all our powers; in the acquisition of knowledge; in fighting evils; in dying for gains we never can share. Joy is there everywhere …
Rabindranath Tagore (via itsquoted)