January 2009
128 posts
radarchive:
rulesformyunbornson:
REQUIRED...
i love me
neuroticahello: you will come so hard
neuroticahello: you'll shoot snot out of your nose
“I wish there was a more elegant way of saying “I miss you” Because it feel so...”
– (via littlemiss) (via kari-shma) (via fantasyaction) (via theipodguru) (via blaise)
in french, you would say “tu me manques”, which literally translated means “you miss me”. i suggest taking it both ways all at once.
December 2008
114 posts
philosoraptor:
Minty Fresh Beats - Fall In Step...
indierawk:
Third Eye Blind - Losing a Whole...
wind - akeboshi
close to me - the cure
i teared up at the end of son of rambow&i'm not...
i have no blood brothers/sisters. i lied when i said i was okay with it, i am upset that everything is changing and i don’t even know what to do anymore. i am hopeless and hopeful and miserable all at once. i miss you, i miss you, i miss you so much.
all i want to think about ever is my one, cinematical, perpetual summer. i want to fall back on the flimsy memories of walking back and forth...
radarchive:
fred-wilson:
Little Bit - Lykke Li...
i have found what you are like
havent-got-a-prayer:
daieny:
i have found what you are like the rain, (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields easily the pale club of the wind and swirled justly souls of flower strike the air in utterable coolness deeds of green thrilling light with thinned newfragile yellows lurch and.press -in the woods which stutter and sing And the coolness...
i love my dog and how he is the only person who can pull me away from the internet when i am actually doing something semi-important who is not a) burning, b) pissed, in both senses of the word, or c) mitch hewer.
i also love that i think he is a person. because he is.
“No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming....”
– Hunter S. Thompson’s suicide letter to his wife. (via poortaste)
the weight of words…
(via theduty) (via theenormousemptiness) (via heylookathatree)
hey logan…i told you so.
I Am 13 [English Project Excerpt]
I’ve been having trouble sleeping since the seventh grade. I’d gotten really into this band, my very first self-discovered idols, and their lyricist had insomnia. He used to write stuff that would keep me up till late wondering what it meant, stuff that made me want to know how he worked and wrote and lived. There was no stigma attached to his problems, so I didn’t consider them to be a problem....
drunk
synecdoche:
tonight i realized i like dirnking so i put sangira in my merlot so ican drinkw hile i drink
lol YES
synecdoche:
new york, i love you, but you’re...
about a boy (brendon urie)
neurotica hello: lol what makes you think i am giving him up
yesitslunchtime: i'd be okay with it
yesitslunchtime: lol idk
yesitslunchtime: =\
yesitslunchtime: then can i have him first, just for one night
yesitslunchtime: and then you can have him forever
neurotica hello: omg
yesitslunchtime: :)
yesitslunchtime: :(
yesitslunchtime: can i just touch his peep for one secondddd
blaise:
rainiscalling:
theipodguru:
...
havent-got-a-prayer:
petermartin:
Gypsy Kings...
[fuck you, pay me] [15:27] droppin silence: how is...
droppin silence: ok let me pitch you an idea here
droppin silence: pajamas
droppin silence: for
droppin silence: get this
droppin silence: your vagina
droppin silence: vajamas
droppin silence: eh??
droppin silence: eh?
...
neurotica hello: okay logan despite the fact that it is winter break we have a soccer tournament today and tomorrow and i have to go pretend like i haven't run in like a week and a half so scuzi while i go get ready
droppin silence: im leaving first
droppin silence: because you dont dictate my life
Meebo Message: droppin silence is offline
waitwhat:
Sonnet 17
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in...
buhmanduh:
Say Anything’s remake of I Got Your...
brilliantlydisruptive:
morphineandicecream:
Ra...
“(stunned gasps) (disgusted groan) (passionate kissing) (heavy kissing)...”
– closed captioning on the Degrassi episode where Darcy gets raped. (via synecdoche)
radarchive:
tylerpaige:
M.I.A. & A.R. Rahman...
The Daily What →
Watchameliamagritte:
This is pretty amazing.
so with this post i’ve found my new favorite tumblr
ameliamagritte:
Chester French, “She Loves...
maggieerlandson:
stupidinboston:
hotg0ssip:
...
ameliamagritte:
Little Joy, “Brand New Start”
...
egonzalez:
Rilo Kiley: A Better Son/Daughter
...
hahaha the bamboozle lineup is so good this year and i live in florida hahahha FUCK MY LIFE
To: Irving Oil
I spent seventy years sitting around in classrooms just learning. Oh, how can we live longer? Oh how can we make ourselves more perfect? Oh, we’re all very wise. But I want to kill something. I want to get drunk in a bar and fuck a dude with a scar down the side of his face. I want a scar down the side of my face. I want to get an alcoholic woman pregnant, and when that little freak squirts...