October 2009
42 posts
All Is Love ~Karen O and the Kids
September 2009
83 posts
1901 ~Phoenix
Life? It kinda just is. And then someday, it...
Fall makes me... fall apart. Hardy har har.
I don’t know. I’ve never felt like I was quite done with summer. And everything is starting to get dark and gloomy. And I know God tries to make up for it with the pretty leaves here in New England… but it doesn’t take long for them all to be on the ground, for the trees to look naked against that dreary gray sky.
And the whole time, all I can think about is how nothing...
Hounds of Love ~The Futureheads
Watchlovethisshow
Drafty windows are a rather unfortunate thing.
Br. I am allergic to the cold.
I know because my head’s all stuffed up and unless I take an Advil in the morning and around the time I get home from school, I feel like I’m going to explode and all of that grossness that’s clogging me up will splatter all over everyone.
You are welcome for that lovely image.
Dost thou liketh my pichuhs?
I know they’re not all that great. But I’m giddily proud because I took all of the ones that I put up today.
I like to pretend to be artsy, sometimes. Because some day, I’d like to be able to do it without pretending.
I think all the lightning bugs are dead, now.
So many people are lying in bed, wishing for that person, whoever they are, to come hold them in their arms. Is it sad that I don’t want anyone but my covers?
Vito’s Ordination Song ~Sufjan Stevens
“I didn’t break hearts into pieces overnight. I broke them slowly and...”
– Sherman Alexie
Quelqu'un m'a dit
I’m told that our lives aren’t worth much, They pass like an instant, like wilting roses. I’m told that time slipping by is a bastard Making its coat of our sorrows. Yet someone told me…
That you still loved me Someone told me… That you still loved me. Well? Could that be possible?
I’m told that fate makes fun of us, That it gives us nothing and promises everything, When happiness seems...
“Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has...”
– Matthew 6:34
“chaos was what killed the dinosaurs, darling.”
– heathers (via alivewiththegloryoflove)
On the Bus Mall ~The Decemberists
Us ~Regina Spektor
Wind makes sound in tree tops like express trains like city machinery slow dances high up, huge branches wave back forth sensitive needlechairs bob their heads –it’s too human, it’s not human it’s treetops, whatever they think it’s me, whatever I think, it’s the wind talking. -Allen Ginsberg
“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I’ve ever known.”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via vincentnicasio)
Barricade ~Stars
