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Title: Babe I'm Gonna Leave You
Artist: Led Zeppelin
Album: Led Zeppelin
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Babe I’m Gonna Leave You | Led Zeppelin


Emilia Clarke speaks at Variety Studio presented by Moroccanoil at Holt Renfrew during the 2013 Toronto International Film Festival.

Bruce Davidson - Time of Change: Civil Rights Photographs, 1961-1965 (via)

Jon messed up her hair. “I will miss you, little sister.”
Suddenly she looked like she was going to cry. “I wish you were coming with us.”
"Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. Who knows?"

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Title: Valse sentimentale, Op. 51 No. 6
Artist: Tchaikovsky

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Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky - Valse sentimentale, Op. 51 No. 6 - Josef Sakonov (violin) & London Festival Orchestra

Sonnet 154


The little love god lying once asleep

Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,

Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep

Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand

The fairest votary took up that fire

Which many legions of true hearts had warmed,

And so the general of hot desire

Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed.

This brand she quenchèd in a cool well by,

Which from Love’s fire took heat perpetual,

Growing a bath and healthful remedy

For men diseased; but I, my mistress’ thrall,

     Came there for cure, and this by that I prove:

     Love’s fire heats water, water cools not love.

I’ve not been murdered yet.

Title: Strange Fruit
Artist: Billie Holiday
Album: Billie Holiday at Jazz at the Philharmonic
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75 years ago, on this date, Billie Holiday recorded a song that Time Magazine would call song of the century: Strange Fruit, a song written about a lynching in the South. 

Holiday first performed the song at Cafe Society in 1939. She said that singing it made her fearful of retaliation but, because its imagery reminded her of her father, she continued to sing the piece making it a regular part of her live performances. Because of the poignancy of the song, Josephson drew up some rules: Holiday would close with it; the waiters would stop all service in advance; the room would be in darkness except for a spotlight on Holiday’s face; and there would be no encore. During the musical introduction, Holiday would stand with her eyes closed, as if she were evoking a prayer.

Palais des Beaux-arts de Lille.

“Literature is born when something in life goes slightly adrift.”

Simone de Beauvoir, from The Prime Of Life (via violentwavesofemotion)