November 2009
“A man of letters knows the best of broken needs and frayed respects”
– Astronautalis | Barrel Jumping (A Man of Letters) (via otherhiphop)
Oh god. Yes.
Yeah.. I'm going there
I felt you in my life before I ever thought to Feel the need to lay down beside you and tell you “I feel you in my heart and I don’t even know you”
“I saved Latin. What did you ever do?”
– Max Fischer (Rushmore) (via casimirpulaskiday)
Best movie.
You should seriously just be my younger sister.
I have a sudden urge to sell all of my shit. Seriously, why do I have all this stuff? I haven’t slept yet and there are still 6.5 hours until I can. I have too much to do. I’m having an early-morning crisis.
Sometimes I kind of wish you would just outright say you didn’t want to talk to me instead of just not talking to me for months. I’m sending you a Christmas card, maybe you’ll get the hint this time.
oviedo
And maybe some things are better left unsaid But if you wanted to test that out… well, yeah, I guess, you couldn’t’ve said But there were nights in bars that I recall Your breath was courage laced with alcohol You leaned in, you said, “Make music with the chatter in here, And whisper all the notes in my ears.” I didn’t know, I didn’t know the weight...
crushes:
S,
I want to know what colour of paint is on your bedroom walls. I want to know whether you cross your legs when you watch your favourite show. I want to know what your fingers would feel like in mine. I want to know what your hair looks like when you wake up in the morning. I want to know what books made you cry. I want to know your favourite architect. I want to know how hard you can...
Two Headed Boy pt. 2
Blister, please, with...
after the storm
I will die alone and be left there. Well I guess I’ll just go home, Oh God knows where. Because death is just so full and man so small. Well I’m scared of what’s behind and what’s before. And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears. And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears. Get over your hill and see what you find there, With...
My hands smell like things I have not smoked, I dream of someone different every time I fall asleep and I always wake up feeling more alone.
Tuesday
The Airborne Toxic Event on a misty afternoon. Wet hair and wet feet, warm air from a dusty vent. I’m thinking about words and how I want mine to swell your soul. Recognize the curl of my cursive, catch glimpses of it on the backs of bus seats and ten dollar bills and think about how you never knew a letter could tear into you like that. I want to be brutally honest for once; so much courage...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-11-22) →
Who am I , really?
10 things you want for Christmas:
A new zip-up sweater in a neutral colour.
A bottle of perfume that costs more than I spend on food in a month
A burst of motivation
A grocery store gift card
Money to which I don’t have access until later on in life
Knick-knacks smaller than my forearm
Handwritten letters
A phone call from a distant friend
A sushi dinner
I’m fresh out of...
20-23
Cold beer on a brown couch, laughing to tears. You didn’t do your hair today. Dark and flat and soft. Questionable behaviour in an entryway, rain’s long-awaited retreat, confused glances through the window and I still don’t know how to use a lighter. A car uses less gas if it’s divoted like a golf ball. The night ends awkwardly. Sharing a tiny bed with my sister, Bishop...
lungful:
Life is a lot like falling down a flight of stairs, only some time ago I became the stairs. ya’ll see i’ll be a famous writer. all these men will want to fuck me, and out of that number, only about 5 will. All the women will want to be me, and out of that number only about 12 already are. you’ll see my face, and my faces, and you’ll read about my lies, and my destruction. you’ll see me...
A Dink, A Link →
aidanknight:
iamtalia:
pgisme:
aidanknight:
Why is Ryan Adams such a 100% Homegrown D-Bag? It’s like everyone expects him to be this asshole primadonna and he just can’t let them down.
A Geocities, starry-sky background with a chuddy text merch link. Really?
This track is so instrumentally sufficient, and yet I still won’t buy one of your albums.
Youre saying he’s a d-bag because he...
etc
99% on a psychology midterm. Rain, rain, rain and still no umbrella. Sounds of India, anticipating the sitar and the tabla, a white man in Indian robes. A breaking heart for a brown-eyed friend, England must be twice as far when a family member is taken from you too early. I hope he can find support where he is.
61
Happy 61st, Dad. I’m sorry you never got to see it. I’m sure by now you’d be grey but you would still love poker and big dogs and drinking rum and coke out of a brown beer mug. Still blast Jimmy Buffett in your truck, still quote A Christmas Carol in June. Maybe you’d even still break out the “Are you Jimmy Ray?” and play hockey and shovel the driveway without a...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-11-15) →
yesterday
Looked just like you Strange things my imagination might do Take a breath, reflect on what we’ve been through Or am I just going crazy ‘cause I miss you?
Go steady with me
I know it turns you off when I, I get talkin’ like a teen, I get talkin’ like a teen.
You’re directing me, you’re dressed up I lose my grip, my focus
Morrissey knows
See the best of how they look Against the worst of how you are And again, you won’t win With your standards so high And your spirits so low At least remember … This is you on a drab day, you in a drab dress Just do your best and don’t … Don’t worry, oh The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair Just do your best and don’t … Don’t worry, oh The way...
Great news, you don't actually swallow spiders in...
ohyeahfacts:
Back in ‘93, a columnist for PC Professional named Lisa Holst decided to prove that you could make up anything on the internet and people would believe it.
She did this by making up a set of facts that were utterly ridiculous, the spider myth among them (which itself was taken from a collection of insect folklore that dates back to the 1950s), and unleashing it on the world in the...
Chairman Mao's Underground City →
piquant:
buyhercandy:
In 1969, Chairman Mao commanded the construction of a second Beijing beneath the surface of the original city, designed to accommodate all six million of its then inhabitants, so that if nuclear war did kick off, folk would still have somewhere to hang out and play Mah Jong while the rest of us burnt to death in a shower of atomic rain. War never came, but the city is...
AT LEAST A SONG WON'T CHEAT, AT LEAST A SONG WON'T...
How excited am I to see CTFTPA? VERY.
Songs:Ohia, memories of an unstructured art class, well-fitting clothes. You draw the top of the body and I’ll draw the bottom. The Radiohead shirt, had to buy another ticket because I lost the first one, hand-coloured event posters. You didn’t have change but I didn’t mind because you were beautiful. 4 gb ipod nano, a boy with long hair who has changed in too many ways since...
casimirpulaskiday:
sirkite:
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I’m glad you make her happy but I wish you would go home. I miss the budding director and his overbite and his brown shirt. Want to curl up on the couch and watch the Lord of the Rings trilogy all in a row, want to find someone who wants to do that with me. Almost put an unnecessary apostrophe in a sentence; that is unforgivable. Nobody ever tells me anything about their lives anymore. Too...
Sunday
Eating wal-mart brand green olives and wearing perfume for nobody, cold fingers and damp hair. Hours of formulas and distractions, loose-leaf sheets of things scratched out, a monitor that won’t stay turned off. I have a legitimate addiction to peering into strangers’ lives. I want to cut your lives out and glue them over my own, patch up the rough spots, the blank spaces, fill in the...
Just while I'm on the subject of kissing..
taleeroe:
mama-wolf:
thelovelybones:
I’d rather kiss and hold hands instead of anything sexual. I feel like I’m the only one who would prefer it..
And the criss cross
Of what is true, won’t get to us
Cause you know me
I could not give up on you
And the fog of what is right
Won’t cover us cause you know me
I could not give up a fight
The Low Anthem - Charlie Darwin
Good fucking...