"I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it."

J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via decrepito)

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connieluu:

Brand New - The No Seatbelt Song

People have been getting creeped out when I guess their bra sizes correctly.

It’s like, I work in formalwear; it’s a gift.

And then they stare at me and walk away. 

typewriterblues:

Muttering about my crown.

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“She doesn’t know
that she wasn’t my
first love. It never
came up. That was
someone else,
a girl I dated
in high school,”
he remembers, though
he says she doesn’t
cross his mind anymore.
He reaches for
the Marlboros he quit smoking
in the hospital, pats
an empty pocket and sighs.
“We were young and dumb.”
     ”That’s any relationship,”
     I tell him. “Eventually,
     you just stop being young.” 

(Source: inchesgiven)

Seven days walking from Delphi
wearing amulets at the bottoms of my pockets,
turning thoughts like a stone
too early thrown at the arena
to contemplate martyrdom during
grace’s brief interruptions.
I’ve long quit the sky
and deafened prophecy
against this sinner’s metered drum,
yet here I am again,
praying at the temples of your gods,
tithing olives at the doors 
for a fast broken by your fingerprints impressed
upon loaves of day-old bread 
rotting at market. 

(Source: inchesgiven)

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salubriousextrications:

fuckyeahmirandajuly:

Miranda July by Nicholas Haggard 

I adore the face she makes in most of her photos. It’s so earnest and honest.

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disasterousthinking:

I got a date
I’m a sword swallowing whore
I’m burning up, I’m burning up
So put some water on me
I keep the pace ‘till I’m torn, swollen and sore
And sure enough they’re turning up to drop a dollar on me

We baptized each other in lovers spit
I’m burning up, I’m burning up
So put some water on me
Well even if we found love what would we do with it?
You’d better run, run, run and tell someone you found a wishing well
The bottom of a barrel of a gun
You’d better run, run, run
Tell someone

Made my mistake when I came dancing through the door,
I’m burning up, I’m burning up
So put some water on me
I found my faith but i don’t want it anymore
And sure enough I’ve given up,
No one could ever love me

When fast times take over and run with this
I’m burning up, I’m burning up
So put some water on me
Don’t even try to slow down
You’ll just ruin this
You’d better run, run, run and tell someone you found a wishing well
The bottom of a barrel of a gun
You’d better run, run, run
Tell someone
Tell someone

You’d better run, run, run
And tell someone
You found a wishing well
Bottom of a barrel of a gun
You’d better run, run, run
And tell someone

You found a wishing well (x4)

I’m burning up, I’m burning up (x4)
So put some water on me

I’m burning up, I’m burning up (x4)
So put some water on me
On me
On me, on me (x3)
So put some water on me

I’m burning up, I’m burning up (x4)
So put some water on me

(Source: reallyattractivepeople)

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neuewelle:

Parting of the Sensory
Modest Mouse - We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank

Someday you will die somehow, and something’s gonna steal your carbon.

fuckyeahsylvesterulv:

PH: simon b morch

Sylvester cleanses me of these negative emotions. I now know nothing but love and light.

(Source: neuewave)