kelasparmak:

(Lyrics here)

If anyone hasn’t had massive overwhelming heartbreaking feelings about Julian Bashir today, or has and would like to have some more, you should listen to this song.

While you’re listening, think about Jules - understanding that he made sense of the world differently to most of his peers, not getting the support he needed, not being able to make himself understood; not because he wasn’t communicating well enough, but because other people weren’t trying hard enough to listen.

Think about Jules being six years old and knowing this, and knowing his parents didn’t want him the way he was, and being told at every juncture - verbally or not - that he wasn’t good enough. Think about his parents trying so hard to justify their actions in trying to ‘fix’ him, even when he’s an adult and capable of expressing completely unambiguously how he feels and how they were wrong, and telling him he’s not equipped to understand that they did the right thing, and think of them continuing to guilt him over it even after that instead of properly acknowledging what they’d done.

Think about “all I knew was that I was a great disappointment to my parents”, and “the man who designed a better son to replace the defective one he was given”, and “Jules Bashir died in that hospital because you couldn’t bear the shame of having a son who didn’t measure up”.

microwavers:

Joy Division // Disorder

lights are flashing cars are crashing 
getting frequent now

candypriceless:

Lou Reed | ‘Vicious’

Transformer (1972)

stupidtunes:

Life On Mars? | David Bowie

Suede - Killing Of A Flash Boy

She’ll be a sucker for the shotgun show
Shaking obscene like the killing machines here we go

primary-elements:

Dennis McCarthy - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (Season IV Version)

shakespeareishq:

dimasdailies:

Who the was the GENIUS behind mixing Mumford and Sons and Ke$ha?!

Like.

Who gave you the right.

THIS IS THE MOST SHAKESPEAREAN THING I HAVE EVER HEARD EVER

galamida:

It’s never over
My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder.
It’s never over
All my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her.
It’s never over
All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter.
It’s never over
She’s the tear that hangs inside my sould forever.

But maybe I’m too young to keep good love from going wrong.

woman-unkind:

Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right || Bob Dylan