apocatastasis:

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I have a new theme song for all lovers of Boosh and the Boosh boys.

bubblewrapjunkie:

Feels up inside ya
Findin an entrance where they can
Feels up inside ya
Findin an entrance where they can

Boring through your mind, through your tummy, through your anus, feels!

Feels!

Feels (x14)

Giving up now!

Feels!

Feels, feels, giving up now!
Feels, feels, giving up now!

I like the view of the Gherkin from my window. And you know the one next to it that looks like a robot – the Natwest building. They look amazing, they look really futuristic. There’s lots of glass and mirrors, and if you catch it at the right point in the day when the light’s on it, it just looks amazing – like a giant cock covered in mirrors, protruding from London. It’s like a glitterball condom.

Noel Fielding, describing his favourite man-made structure

(Source: thelandofmagicpies.wordpress.com)

cracksapientia:

At Paul Simon’s concert

Noel Fielding as Rex in Come on Eileen.

(Source: noexfieldson)

psychoticbloom:

lesbianfordollywells:

cassabian:

frog-stole-my-shoes:
oooooooooooh Joey Ramone

OH SERGIO PIZZORNO.

I can’t breathe.

WE ALL KNEW IT WAS SERGE.

thechosenjuan:

First Listen: Kate Bush, ‘50 Words For Snow’

Here are 50 words for Kate Bush’s new album, 50 Words for Snow:

Powdery fantasia. Contemplative. Winter matins. Playful. Opium reverie. Grounded. Ghost story. Sensual. Artistic recalibration. Unhurried. Drummer’s holiday. Quiet. Ode to the white keys. Imaginative. Exploration of the lower register. Floating. Mother-son duet. Solitary. Snowed-in erotica. Collaborative. Joni Mitchell answer record. Inimitable. Supernatural space odyssey. What we’d expect from Kate Bush.