you remind me of a firework, boy.

Absolutely nothing better in this world

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 12:41:27 -0500

drinkyourjuice:

than a couple having an emotional fight in public.

Oh my god, are there tears?

Oh jesus christ, someone make popcorn.

So awful, but so true! I once watched, transfixed, as a couple had a fight in the library parking lot, complete with him standing in front of the car to keep her from leaving.

thisrecording: I was never one to paint space, I paint air. -...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 12:33:48 -0500

thisrecording:

I was never one to paint space, I paint air.

- Fairfield Porter

i ain't wasting my time with no hula hoop that doesn't have a goddamn bead in it

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 15:26:14 -0500

molls:

holla

Laugh Attack (via rnaborss) My family, on YouTube. Let it be...

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 18:28:34 -0500

Laugh Attack (via rnaborss)

My family, on YouTube.

Let it be known that my mom called me three times to tell me she was “on the YouTube” having one of her famous “Laugh Attacks.”

pigtails. how old is too old? I hope 24 isn’t too old....

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 17:58:38 -0500

pigtails. how old is too old? I hope 24 isn’t too old. OMG.

fuckyeahemmawatson: Warner Brothers just released this picture...

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 11:12:14 -0500

fuckyeahemmawatson:

Warner Brothers just released this picture from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"At Home!!!! Blue Moon, Nancy, fire burning in the fireplace and Levitra! What more could a 58 year..."

Sat, 05 Dec 2009 17:52:05 -0500

“At Home!!!! Blue Moon, Nancy, fire burning in the fireplace and Levitra! What more could a 58 year old man want! Ha Ha Ha!!!! You youngsters eat your hearts out!!!! It just doesn’t get ant better than this!!!!”

- My father’s current FB status.

via www.asofterworld.com

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 20:32:26 -0500

via www.asofterworld.com

Sartre: … when we decided to experiment with drugs, I ended up having a nervous...

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 20:27:46 -0500

Sartre: … when we decided to experiment with drugs, I ended up having a nervous breakdown.

Gerassi: You mean the crabs?

Sartre: Yeah, after I took the mescaline, I started seeing crabs around me all the time. They followed me in the streets, into class. I got used to them. I would wake up in the morning and say, “Good morning, my little ones, how did you sleep?” I would talk to them all the time. I would say, “Okay, guys, we’re going into class now, so we have to be still and quiet,” and they would be there, around my desk, absolutely still, until the bell rang… . The crabs stayed with me until the day I simply decided that they bored me and that I just wouldn’t pay attention to them… . I would have liked my crabs to come back. The crabs were mine. I had gotten used to them. They kept reminding me that my life was absurd, yes, nauseating, but without challenging my immortality. Despite their mocking, my crabs never said that my books would not be on the shelf, or that if they were, so what? You have to realize that my psychosis was literature… . My crabs had considered me important, or else why bother me? De Gaulle, the ridiculousness of the Cold War, America’s drive to conquer and control, all that made me realize that I was not and would never be significant.

Gerassi: From the end of the war until de Gaulle’s coup d’état in 1958, you were haunted by neither crabs nor depression?

Sartre: We keep calling them crabs because of my play The Condemned of Altona, but they were really lobsters.

Gerassi: Anyway, they were gone then?

Sartre: Oh, yes, they left me during the war. You know, I’ve never said this before, but sometimes I miss them — when I’m lonely, or rather when I’m alone. When I go to a movie that ends up boring, or not very gripping, and I remember how they used to sit there on my leg. Of course I always knew that they weren’t there, that they didn’t exist, but they served an important purpose. They were a warning that I wasn’t thinking correctly or focusing on what was important, or that I was heading up the wrong track, all the while telling me that my life was not right, not what it should be. Well, no one tells me that anymore.

(via cosmicdreamer)(fengapapit)

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 20:39:40 -0500

(via cosmicdreamer)(fengapapit)

molls: Midnight Rider - Allman Bros Band this song is actually...

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 23:27:02 -0500

molls:

Midnight Rider - Allman Bros Band

this song is actually how we’re living

I live less than a block from the official Allman Brother’s Band Museum. I’ve also been to the graves in Rose Hill. People leave packs of cigarettes on the markers.

today is my birthday. I’m 24, which is a serious age.

Sun, 15 Nov 2009 10:28:14 -0500

today is my birthday. I’m 24, which is a serious age.

408. Don’t let a wishbone grow where a backbone should be.

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 22:43:35 -0500

rulesformyunbornson:

(via All Plaid Out)

Remus, napping.

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 21:20:42 -0500

Remus, napping.

Just finished Atwood’s latest: an engrossing companion to...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 20:42:11 -0500

Just finished Atwood’s latest: an engrossing companion to her 2003 Oryx and Crake.

(via childrensbooks, liquidnight) Shaun Tan - Illustration from...

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 22:16:26 -0500

(via childrensbooks, liquidnight)

Shaun Tan - Illustration from The Arrival

(via nerdboyfriend)

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 22:13:07 -0500

(via nerdboyfriend)

buchino: “Jolene” by Dolly...

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 21:16:27 -0500

buchino:

“Jolene” by Dolly Parton

(via witofthestaircase, zabble)

heyimmarie: So Saturday night was my other cool Halloween thing: After our first song (which was...

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 23:37:52 -0500

heyimmarie:

So Saturday night was my other cool Halloween thing:

After our first song (which was the first rendition of “Party Hard”) I ended up tearing off about a 3x8” piece of my top hi-hat that had been coming off for a week or two. I don’t think anyone saw but it felt really metal.

I’ve never played drums so hard before.

Me and my boyfriend were there, dancing like crazy! Y’all were awesome!

txtsfrmlstnght: (530): you started whispering ‘the itsy bitsy spider’ while you were putting your...

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 23:23:41 -0500

txtsfrmlstnght:

(530): you started whispering ‘the itsy bitsy spider’ while you were putting your hands up my shorts.