“ Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.
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I'm at my best when I'm at my worst.
“ Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the ‘good life’, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.
_Hunter S. Thompson (via destructivemiss) (via suzywire) (via kvaty) (via porcelaintramp) (via dancingwithwolves) (via brightlywound) (via toocutebyhalf) (via tjohyeah)
The other day I learned that if you say ‘beer can’ with an English accent, you’re saying ‘bacon’ with a Jamaican accent. Mind blown. MLIA
I just said this about 15 times and now I can’t stop laughing!
MINDFUCKKK.
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Philosophers Stone - Van Morrison
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this picture reminded me of our old house in california. we had a bathroom very similar to this; lots of plants (my mom loved plants - still does), a big, square tile bathtub, lots of sunlight, let in by a window that you could open that would lead to a small balcony-type thing on the side of the house with more plants. If you opened it, you could hear the sounds of the neighborhood all at once. Sometimes when I was little, I would just go up there and lay down on the floor of the balcony for hours, letting the sun warm my pale skin, listening to the sounds of my neighbors bickering, the little scottie dogs barking next door (one black and one white, named Salt and Pepper) and more often the much larger, much louder pitbull on the other side of our house. I could sometimes hear lawn mowers going off in the distance, and the occasional sprinklers if it was okay to water the lawns then. that’s one of the things that i didn’t really know was specific to southern california and other drought-stricken areas when we moved to belgium and then michigan. i thought everyone just did that to save up all the water for the oceans. Every two minutes at the very least, someone’s car would cruise down the busy thoroughfare with booming bass, top down, usually it was some Spanish rap song I didn’t know. I always loved the sound of the Doppler Effect; how the pitch would be rising and rising and rising and then suddenly fall, and within seconds it was just completely gone. Sometimes I would hear weddings going on down the block at this place called Pollywog Park. A lot of the Mexican men and women got married down there. Before I was old enough to go to school, I would hear the bus come rumbling down the street every afternoon, slowly coming to a stop, brakes screeching, unloading a handful of children, chattering excitedly. I was always so jealous of them.
And sometimes after dinner, I would come back upstairs, our cheap carpet not providing much cushion as I scampered down the hallway. I would go into the bathroom again, slip outside the window, and lay down once more, listening to many of the same sounds, but some new ones as well. You couldn’t see the stars because of the smog, but you would always be sure to have something to listen to. That’s one of the things I loved about living in LA; no matter what time it was, there were always other people awake, which somehow made me feel less alone. Here, it’s silent all day long. I live on a country road and the only sounds I usually hear throughout the day are my horses whinnying or someone’s tractor starting up in the distance. At night, it’s even more lonely. Just the sound of the crickets to keep me company. Sure, I probably have the best view of the stars in town, but what good is that if you feel alone?
I think that my time up on our balcony as a kid (and my solitary existence as a child, in general) taught me a lot about listening to and picking up on the little things, the subtle nuances that you wouldn’t even notice if you were preoccupied with something else at the moment. Sometimes I get too wrapped up in those small, minute details, though, and refuse to look at the bigger picture, or just forget to, rather. Sometimes I still wish things were like that. That I was like that.
I have no idea why I just wrote all of that. WTF mate? Sorry. That was weird and depressing. Oftentimes pictures will just prompt certain memories that I have to get written down, though. SORRY Y’ALLZ!
sooooooo kewllllllll! i would take up woodcarving just so i could make a masterpiece similar to this beaut.
“ You know you’ve read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.
Paul Sweeney (via kari-shma)
I need to find
a healthy way to channel my anger. I thought that chilling out and drinking some thé à la pêche with my friends would calm the angry storm brewing within me. Not so. I thought that taking a nice drive around town with the windows down and listening to some Rolling Stones might assuage my fury. No siree. I thought that maybe taking a nice little ride on Willy on such a beautiful day as today would perhaps quiet my extreme irritation. Nooope. I have no idea what to do in order to calm myself. I’m trying to just forget about it, but it keeps popping back up into my mind. I hate finding out that people have said something about you, and then I try to figure out exactly what I do on a day-to-day basis that makes them think that. If someone else were in my situation I’d say something like “Forget them. You’re being too overanalytical and it’s stressing you out when it shouldn’t be. You shouldn’t give a flying fuck what they think,” but it’s always so hard to try and follow your own advice, especially when the person who was saying things about you was someone you considered yourself to be at least semi-tight with. It’s just so odd. Life is odd. You can think that a night went great but someone else can have a totally different impression of it. Garsh. This is really harshing my mellow and I’m afraid that I may unleash some fists of fury on someone tomorrow if I don’t find a way to release this pent-up anger. Nothing seems to have worked, even sleeping it off. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It just makes me angry. I am incredibly discontent right now. I should have nothing to complain about, but I just really wish people would maybe, I don’t know, come to me instead of being a whiny little bitch about things…I just…I don’t even know.
I’ma go punch something now.
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John pwns Joan on easy mode.
“ Vampires are meant to be frightening, not some actor douchebag with big hair. “Aaah, don’t worry, I only care about you and I’m a vegetarian.” That’s not a vampire, that’s a Jonas brother.
- Craig Ferguson (via decompose)
As much as I love pre-Twilight RPattz, LOL.
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“No, I don’t think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.”- Gone With The Wind
Buffalo Springfield - For What It’s Worth
swine flu, disney style
