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

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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

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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