Den of Thieves

So this is my blog. This is a collection of my musical taste, fandoms, fashion, expression, and basically whatever else looks nice or funny to me. This is everything that tickles my fancy and I blog to escape or to express or just to blog so yep. Sometimes I use this as a vent blog, but I mostly try to keep my problems to myself. Oh by the way, my name is Rachel and Welcome to my small corner of the interweb! ^__^ Background is Carson Ellis' art for The Crane Wife by the Decemberists.

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Love at first listen, really. 

David looking adorably dumbfounded in What We did on our Holiday



two deer walk out of a gay bar, one turns to the other and says “man, i can’t believe i blew thirty bucks in there”.

this literally took me forever to get

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Notes on a paper universe by Michael Donnor

notes on a paper universe a newly completed photographic portfolio by michael donnor

Photo: Headed to the beach in search of that point on the distant horizon where fact and fiction collide…

All those stars and space, I’m not sure how it all happened and how I got here. I like to think though that Earth was ripe for the possible metamorphism of its elements into life, and over time that life here became us. It may have taken some time, but what is some time when compared to all time? Eventually, people evolved and were able to manipulate Earth’s elements from clay to bronze to steel to plastic. I remember once picking up some childlike miniature stars I noticed on the ground. And then, at that moment, the stars that hung above my head, became as close as the plastic ones lying in my hand. In time both become the same; both are real and fictitious.

Wallace Stevens perfectly wrote, “The final belief is to believe in a fiction, which you know to be a fiction, there being nothing else. The exquisite truth is to know that it is a fiction and that you believe in it willingly.”

Photography connects my human experience of the world as it informed by science, and pondered through philosophy. I see my reality as relative; constantly being sketched in my mind using my five limited senses. My images return to a childlike innocence of drawing fictions, to expose that my human experience is a set of perceptions interpreted as facts. Like a photograph can be accepted as an accurate depiction of what was; I believe my perceptions are all to often accepted as accurate and absolute of what is. My work questions the reality of my experience, and reveal that the truths the camera is perceived to capture are only fiction.

A photograph is an imperfect visual representation of a perception. All I am is perception, but it’s the only truth I will ever know.

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Yan Ostretsov

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i love listening to a song so much that i start noticing lil bass grooves that i didn’t notice before or little guitar riffs that sounded like vocals at first and a tambourine in the middle of a song that i totally overlooked like how do some people not find music interesting it’s like an audio scavenger hunt

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So there’s this place in New South Wales called Yass and there is a mcdonalds there and well…..


"my ass"

open 24 hours

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