and you know it

image via fallintotheskys

we can blow on our thumbs and posture

but the lonely

are such delicate things

the wind from a wasp could blow them

into the sea

with stones on their feet

lost to the light

and the loving we need

a comet appears

the shins

too much

home

let me go home

home is when i'm alone with you.

home

edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros

shepherd

image: christine schmidt

i'd never cause you any trouble

i never caused you any trouble

i'd never try to stop what's coming

just let me keep you covered

just let me keep you

keep you

your moon

sun airway

you weren't near enough

image: fall blanket by alex simms

the more i see

i understand

but sometimes

i still

need you

heart skipped a beat

the xx

to do

over break

-take a bath

-eat sushi

-read civilization and its discontents

-lose 5 pounds

-get a haircut

already know.

no need to come to me

when i can make it all the way to you

you made it clear

you weren't near

near enough for me

heart skipped a beat

the xx

this collision

image: joshua petker

don't rest with the less

i'm burning to impress

it's deep in the middle of me

i can be

fantasy

fantasy

the xx

unusually mild

image: alton kelley

drunk girls know

that love is an astronaut

it comes back

but it's never the same.

drunk girls

lcd soundsystem

endure the night

image: me

i want to lift my hands towards the sun

show me warmth

baby, won't you show me warmth again?

sun hands

local natives

edges

get hot

get too close to the flame

wild open space

talk like an open book

sign me up

got no time to take a picture

i'll remember someday

all the chances we took

we're so close to something better left unknown

gimme sympathy

metric

beat

her disappearing theme

broken social scene

as one

“a true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. but to live with a soul mate forever? nah. too painful. soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. a soul mate’s purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, and make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life.”

-elizabeth gilbert

i think this is one of the truest things i've ever heard.

the people we spend forever with are complementary to us,

not the same.

i don't think soul mates are always a positive experience, either.

i think they're downright terrifying .

half awake

turn the light out

say goodnight

no thinking

for a little while

fake empire

the national

birthday advice

'just remember - us scorpios never forget. we get even.'

-anonymous birthday twin at the restaurant where i had dinner

'may those who love me, love me.

may god turn the hearts of those who don't,

and if he can't turn their hearts,

may he turn their ankles

so i will know them by their limping.'

-my grandma

(with the afterword - 'that's bad. but kind of funny too.')

seriously though

image via hotguysreadingbooks.tumblr.com

alright. that's enough.

where are you bastards hiding yourselves?

gravity

everything that keeps me together

is fallin' apart

3rd planet

modest mouse

con mis piernas y mi juventúd

por fin he encontrado

un remedio infalible

que borre del todo la culpa

no pienso quedarme a tu lado

mirando la tele y oyendo disculpas

la vida me ha dado un hambre voráz

y tu apenas me das caramelos

loba

shakira

components

said it's cool

you're touchin' my hand

yeah it's cool, it's cool

where we riding to so

come on, sugar

touchin' my hand

boogie down

MGMT

highly decorous

image: www.foundmagazine.com

i love this site.

a perfect sonnet

my spanish professor (god bless her soul) said something in lecture yesterday that struck me as interesting. while explaining a verb tense, she said, 'and what is something if it's perfect? it's complete!'

are things viewed as perfect when they are complete? most things in life are utterly imperfect when they are completed; things never go as planned as a general rule of life as a human being on planet earth. what's more, aren't the best, most 'perfect' things in life are the ones that are never complete, ones that continue evolving and developing over time?

when things are completed, they are at a standstill. and when things are at a standstill, there's no change. granted, nothing bad will develop, but no good can grow, either. stagnation leaves no room for anything new, and i think that is the farthest thing from perfection that life has to offer.

god takes care of himself, and you of you

image: me

well, all's not well

but i'm told that it'll all be quite nice

you'll be drowned in boots like mafia

but your feet will still float like christ

and i'll be damned

they were right

styrofoam boots/it's all nice on ice, alright

modest mouse

yes, i am on a modest mouse binge. it's that time of year.

today's a good day

image: me

well, it took a lot of work

to be the ass i am

and i'm really damn sure that anyone can

equally, easily

fuck you over

dark center of the universe

modest mouse

slow

image via fuckyeahmonique

my brain's the burger

and my heart's the coal

i'm trying to get my head clear

i push things out through my mouth

i get refilled through my ears

i'm on my way to god don't know or even care

my brain's the weak heart

and my heart's the long stairs

on this life that we call home

the years go fast and the days go so slow

the days go

so slow

heart cooks brain

modest mouse

too soon

image: the thrill is gone by scott campbell

i guess i spoke too soon

you had it pretty good

til the end

you didn't really mean that

did you

you could've said anything at all

you didn't really do that

sharon van etten

intention

image: you kill me by james joyce

hello

it's so nice

to see you

again

hello

dirty little rabbits

you're better not to light that fire

image:alex andreev

what's the matter?

you hurt yourself?

opened your eyes

and there was someone else?

you better learn your lesson yourself

nobody ever has to find out

what's in my mind tonight

undertow

warpaint

tuesday

image via whatevermakesyoutick

she had wet hair

say what you will

i don't care

i couldn't resist it

wet hair

japandroids

bury

image: kent rogowski

trying to live on

is so taxing

just stacking up

all those failures and accidents

we've thrown away

on a mountain of mistakes

i've watched in the dark

and counted them all

in the moonless night

i wait for your call

put the days away

sun airway

keep

hot like fire

the xx

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EaCnHl0XAVk

furs

image: quietglow photography

http://www.quietglow.com/

a feeling

always be my

friend

i'm

gonna gonna chase you

loch raven

animal collective

dream it up into you

image: ryan riss

bring your kiss

up to my lips

and better get

the world i get

sugar

my bloody valentine

to be continued

when i was younger - like way younger - i used to write stories. they'd continue for wide-ruled page after wide-ruled page in my lisa frank notebooks, blathering about some plot with unnecessarily complex characters and dramatic twists. i loved them dearly, and worked on them whenever i could; in 'free writing' time in 3rd grade english, during math period because i didn't like math, at 10 PM in bed when i was supposed to be asleep. one thing always hindered me though - the details. i never finished any of my stories, and it was always solely because of the abundance of painful details i included because i felt they were absolutely necessary.

without fail, i would exhaust myself writing for pages about them; the exact color of the protagonist's hair, the complete description of their house layout, an excruciating year-by-year explanation of the tragic childhood that led to the present issues at hand. with a cramped hand and a steadily rising loss of attention, i'd either put them aside to finish later (something that never happened) or wrap them up awkwardly in 2 hastily penned sentences summing up the rest of the plot. i now own at least 6 notebooks filled with half-baked stories that are hilarious to re-read, but otherwise meaningless.

i've been thinking that this applies to something much bigger than writing weird stories, though. what if we're all getting caught up in the details, the small things that don't really matter, and just end up complicating our stories beyond any purpose? it's so easy to be strangled by the tiny things that seem so critical in the day-to-day grind, but it's something worth resisting.

when we're done here, our stories should be a crazy, complex, winding road of mistakes, confusion, joy, sadness, and everything else we experience. there will be details - every good story has them - but they shouldn't override the whole gist of it. there's no need for forced endings with all the important stuff crammed in at the last second, and there's no need for our stories to trail off pointlessly.

i guess what this all sums up to is that details are important, but they are details and only details - and i, for one, don't want my story to end up half-finished and meaningless because of them.

no wonder

image: land rich

the cinders,

they splinter

and light the path

and these strange steps

trace us back

hysteric

yeah yeah yeahs

yup

nostalgia

image via erinbarker

mcallistrum's march

the chieftans

this song will always mean being 5 years old,

safe at home with woolen tights,

a fire on a stone hearth,

and irish music on sundays.

home

image: me

when i feel like i'm stealing

image: by greedy hen

and an obsession with the past

is like a dead fly

and just a few things are related

to the old times

when we did believe in magic

and we did die

peacebone

animal collective

today

image: chad moore

quitters raga

gold panda

the tracks

image: fredericks and mae

you keep your heart open

under glass

i'll be watchin' for you, too.

soiled little filly

pavement

unexplored

i don't have to leave anymore -

what i have is right here.

islands

the xx

fisticuffs

with all the hunger

that keeps you climbing walls

it's the one thing you can count on

you

you won't let up

fixed

stars

waltz

i'll play your game

it really don't suit me at all

just remember when i cut you down

it happens to the better

of the brightest minds

brightest minds

department of eagles

arrows

you said never pick sides,

never choose between two

but i just wanted you -

i just wanted you.

i think ur a contra

vampire weekend

better

oh, what a shameful way

to be the same

know better learn faster

thao

are you dead?

bhang bhang,

i'm a burnout.

bhang bhang, i'm a burnout

dum dum girls

we don't need a sign

been a fool for weeks

'cause my heart stands for nothing

and your soul's too weak

better times

beach house

hairpins

image: amy stell

you're gonna drive me crazy

you're gonna drive me mad

do you miss me like i miss you?

do i miss you like you miss me?

better things

passion pit

white sky

from: horchata

vampire weekend

nothing like a mindblowing concert

to make a girl feel good.

really, really good.

so deliberate

all this lust that you're keeping

and me,

i've got a crush.

orange shirt

discovery