sweetdreamsjeff:

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Williamsburg, Brooklyn

Arcadia Studios

1993

  • Jeff Buckley: I mean there's no separation. Maybe it's beacuse I just have a different experience of life than most people. I don't see people, I don't see men and women at all. When I see them I see... Their mothers and fathers. I see how old they are inside. Like when I look at the President, or anybody in record company, or a store owner, I may see a little boy behind the counter with the face of an old man. And that's who I talk to. And it's strange: it's like seeing ghosts everywhere. I don't really go on what people say so much, I go on their voices. I go on their energy at the time. I go on how close their arms are folded into their chest. And sometimes when I talk, I just don't make sense. Sometimes it gets me into trouble.
  • Interviewer: Why?
  • Jeff Buckley: Sometimes I don't make myself understood all that well. I don't do well when I communicate sometimes, but I'm trying to communicate directly.
nervoustemple:
“ Francois Cachoud | 1914
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alittledivided:
“ Until the twelfth of never. ❤😔️
I miss you.
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crystallineknowledge:
“ ““If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well, the landslide will bring it down…"
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archives-dada:
“ Max Ernst, Arp fumant la pipe, 1920, carton, collage, 16,8 x 16 cm,
Berlin, Kupferstichkabinett (SMPK)
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fleurdulys:
“ Sevres - Gabrielle Munter
1906
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