December 2009
16 posts
onthewing:
I love how all the conversation in Gilmore Girls is so smooth and fast and idk just well put together, and everything on it is so perfectly fucked up
One of my friends told me that my mom and I talk like Lorelai and Rory. I was so happy.
Also, my dad now watches gilmore girls, and we gossip about the characters like they were real people. Very happy again.
I need you now, I need you more than ever before.
[dance on our graves, paper route]
reblog with the book you're currently reading.
frogsandcrowns:
checkred-umbrella:
shelovesjapan:
celebrator1975:
emmabutton:
rapidhopeloss:
thetruthoralie:
waltzwithyourmurderer:
viiik:
sleepless-eyes:
The Great Gatsby
Pride and Prejudice
Beast
The Lovely Bones
The Time Traveler’s Wife
^^ me too!
The Great Perhaps
Water for elephants
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Cat’s Eye
Hamlet, Sherlock...
It is 3:13 am, and I desperately want waffles. This eggo shortage is killing me. I had my mom buy like 50 boxes, but I’m trying to ration myself.
how to make a great playlist:
onthewing:
thestephenkent:
don’t double dip artists. ever.
18 is the perfect number of tracks.
a theme is nice, but not always necessary.
not all tracks need to be real songs.
homemade album art is ace.
using a lyric from a song on the mix always makes a great title.
I broke some rules, I see…
Total agreement. Using an artist twice is just bad form. I also always try to look for...
Depressive Realism →
I’m not sure if I agree with this.
I lost 10 pounds over the last two months
laurencephilomene:
Something’s wrong….. I don’t know how that happenned though, I keep eating donuts. Stress, I guess :/
The same thing’s been happening to me. I think it’s because I started teaching ballet but didn’t start eating more. Kinda creepy, though… I can see my ribs. It’s unpleasant.
And now we rise
And we are everywhere
And now we rise from the ground
And see she flies
And she is everywhere
See she flies all around.
So look see the sights
The endless summer nights
And go play the game
You learnt from the morning.
[From the Morning, Nick Drake]
I don’t think I’m afraid of change in the world, but I’m sure I’m afraid of change in my head.
“They’re called boobs, Ed.”
– Erin Brockovich
This is just a modern rock song, This is just a tender affair, I count “three, four” and then we start to slow, Because a song has got to stop somewhere.
[this is just a modern rock song. belle and sebastian.]
Do you miss me?
“One night to be confused, one day to speed up truth. We had a promise made, four...”
– Heartbeats, Jose Gonzalez
November 2009
31 posts
Meatloaf's Got It Right
overactiveimagination:
“I swore that I would love you to the end of time!”
“So now I’m praying for the end of time
To hurry up and arrive”
Obviously nothing lasts forever. Too many artists forget that the love they’re singing about will soon end. and they’ll be writing a new song. about missing them, or how they cheated on them, or how they’re moving on.
Mrgh. One of the only thoughts...
“Trying to find one source of light, trying to name one thing you like. Used to...”
– Bright Eyes
now hang me up to dry you wrung me out too too too many times now hang me up to dry I’m pearly like the whites the whites of your eyes
[hang me out to dry, cold war kids]
the area dividing the brain and the soul is affected in many ways by experience – some lose all mind and become soul: insane. some lose all soul and become mind: intellectual. some lose both and become: accepted. Lifedance Charles Bukowski
“We are monkeys with money and guns.”
– Tom Waits
Walmart Christmas commercials make me realize there is no hope for humanity.
Hands.
I have ugly hands. They’re not deformed, or structurally unsound in any way. I’ve got long fingers, and short fingernails, as I’m always biting them off. But I hate them. I hate my hands.
I guess it started when I was 8. I was learning violin, and my teacher told me I had bad fingers. I understand now that he meant bad fingers in respect to playing the violin, but I took it as a...
Pragmatically
My AP Euro teacher told me I had to stop using ‘big words’. It’s not that I don’t use them correctly, it’s just that… hmm, well, let’s see, she didn’t actually have a reason. Something about the number of sylables per line. IT’S NOT A FUCKING HAIKU, ALRIGHT? So, instead of pragmatically, I’m supposed to say ‘in practice’, when...
Hard to be soft.
Tough to be tender.
[help i’m alive, metric.]
i did something bad today
overactiveimagination:
but really. what do you expect.
when none of you help me.
well.
when the people. who are supposed to do something.
aren’t doing anything.
when the thing that was supposed to change everything.
changed nothing.
everything is still the same.
and it makes me want to cry.
because this was supposed to all get better.
but it’s still easy. to lie. to pretend. to...
I think too much. I think about you too much. I think about the future too much. I think that’s grounds for insanity.
11:11!
GO!
i want time to stop please. like. right now.
overactiveimagination:
hah. for a second i thought it listened to me.
That reminded me of the Calvin and Hobbes where Calvin’s watch stops, and he’s all excited because the sun is setting even though it’s only 3 in the afternoon, and he thinks he’s stopped time.
Yeah. If it’s not a musical reference, it’s a Calvin and Hobbes one.
Nagging Doubts
Doubt is like having a nail forced very slowly through your skull. All the things you’ve said, they’re lovely. And they’re smoke. I need something I can hold onto, and something that’ll hold me back.
This all hurts too much. Especially when one is a masochist.
Help me
tryingtokissthesky:
I’m living in the past.
and i don’t know how to move on.
I’ve never had this problem before, but suddenly
i feel like everything i’ve ever done wrong is running through my head on repeat,
like a bad record.
It won’t stop, but it’s ruining my present, and consequently my future.
I thought i had gotten over all of these things.
But apparently,
they were just lying in...
The Thing About Needles
Let me begin by saying, quite bluntly, that needles scare the shit out of me. You come near me with one, I’m either attacking you with the nearest blunt object [fight] or running away screaming for my mother [flight]. I don’t really care about pain; it’s transient, I realized this a long time ago. [insert cynical comment here about the transience of everything]. It’s the...
Grand Battement
I teach ballet to small children; sometimes it’s frightening, sometimes it’s painful, and sometimes it’s vaguely enjoyable. The truth is, I complain about it a lot more than I should.
Regardless of that fact, there’s something terrifying about looking in the eyes of a 3 year old and thinking, my god, someday you might think like I do. You might fuck up like I do. You might...
It’s hard to scatter the ashes when the fire never burned.
September 2009
121 posts
I don't like not talking to you
It feels unnatural.
Love me
And love me, this is how I’m forced to live. I don’t want to live like that.
