January 2009
60 posts
cold here now.
glory
As fruit drops, flesh it sags, everything will fall right into place. When we die, some sink and some lay, but at least I don’t see you float away. And all the spilt milk, sex and weight It all will fall, fall right into place.
why does this always happen to me?!?!
– Lisa, regarding having to pee
also,
I leave in 27 days… AN I AIN’T READY!
I H8 REQUIEM FOR A DREAM
H8! H8888888888888888888888888888888888888AAAAAAAAAAATE!
things:
I cannot get over how funny that ‘Jorma Dancing to Fleet Foxes’ video is
I cannot stop being hungry
which means, I CANNOT STOP EATING ALL THINGS
I’m gonna clean my room. I’m really gonna do it!
oh shit, look at that huge pile of clothes on my bed. huh. I’m gonna go find something to eat.
Animal Collective. GUHHHHHHHHHHH.
I forgot how sad Sufjan Stevens is....
Inevitably the moment arrives when all your doting and care come back on you in...
– Are You Raising A Douchebag (via aja)
why are people so fucking rude to each other? FOR...
island open
We could have been so good-natured, if I’d relented when you insisted. But we’ve been backed against all nature’s walls far too long. You felt abandoned by me, I recall the sunshine as you were melting And though the comedy softens the fall, they still hear us with their ears to the wall. I sold all my evil motives, No icicles stuck in my hide. I’m through with riddles, I...
sis, can I watch Lost with you?
Matthew: Hey! I know that guy! I’s seen him before. in a different movie. except he didn’t have that tan.
Me: uhhhhh Matty that’s his skin color, so…
Matthew: Oh. huh. okay. but I do know that moustache…from somewhere…
repeat. →
I hope these are the real lyrics...
I’m creepin’ up on ya booty, please don’t try and moon me
…you’ve got some hot breath…
BAND OF HORSES I ALWAYS FORGET. PROMISE NEVER...
Well I’d like to think I’m the mess you’d wear with pride. Like some empty dress on the bed you’ve layed out for tonight. Maybe I’ll tell you sometime. You were right. Outside by your doorstep, In a worn out suit and tie I’ll wait For you to come down. Where you’ll find me. Where we’ll shine.
Music best listened to alone, eating instant oatmeal in the dark, while it...
please please please listen. pleeeeeeease. →
its doesn’t have sleeves. it’s a poncho.
You Learn Something New About Enemas Everyday →
actually, this is why. Enemas. and you liking them so much. its the biggest smiling making thing this week! (the biggest smile turning into grimace, into just like, plain old realization of what an enema is. and then thoughful face. and then ’huh? why?’ face. and then contempt face.) (via lisaahh)
good news. bad dreams.
I think I shall go eat some chips in bed and fall asleep in the crumbs.
YUMBS.
they think the future's bright as halogen, we know...
Your telegrams are more and more less detailed by the day And all the characters are strangers and the pubs have different names I tell a joke that I’d like to meet them but they loathe me and I hate them back Absence makes the heart grow fonder Fondness makes the absence longer Length loses my interest, I’m a realist, I’m insatiable You feel terrified at the thought of being...