January 2010
“Boy, when you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die...”
– Holden Caulfield (via littleloren) (via jessameansdoom)
Inchesgiven
katiedrew:
His writing moves me to tears sometimes. I’ll be lying in my bed after a shower, a damp imprint showing itself on my pillowcase, music filling my room and my head. My heart is heavy and I close my eyes and think of the words he had written and I had just read seconds before and I look at the picture on my wall of her and I kissing. I snap at myself, “Get yourself together, Katie. This...
whoever left poetry in my formspring.
lifeinthearctic:
thank you, i REALLY enjoyed it!! “like the water leaves the glass / i will leave you.”
fucking perfect. =]
I need to know who wrote that, because if you have a Tumblr, I have to follow it.
That’s immaculate.
“I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness,...”
– Charles Bukowski (via jeanniepak) (via spermdump)
Why Pitchfork need to fuck off. →
oneepicepidemic:
iamsayummm:
sofacore:
First of all, read the review. Now, read this:
Are they retarded? Honestly, they don’t understand this album at all. What they do in the first paragraph is insult his name and call Thou Shalt Always Kill elitist. IT IS SARCASTIC. The whols song is complete and total sarcasm aimed at the kind of retards that bum Pitchfork. Then there is some shite about...
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I resent heterosexual pornography.
Well, I shouldn’t say that; the porn industry as a whole I completely support, without question. And I don’t resent straight porn on any sort of principle, and I’m behind it socially, but personally, subjectively, I have issue with it for what it represents, for my own reasons.
Allow me to explain: Homosexuality is a trait that has been, up until the last half-century,...
katiedrew:
I have an obsession with you. It’s filthy and misunderstood. I lust you and want your body on mine; skin against my lips, tongue trailing down your stomach. I don’t mind the taste of your sweat. It’s sinful to want you like this; to want to fuck you every time I see you or feel your breath on my neck. But it’s love. All of it is an abysmal, stomach turning feeling and I love it...
“All I remember is how to suck at life, all I remember is how to pick a fight.”
– “Monster” by Charity Mondok.
oneepicepidemic:
...
There's a whole world down in the ocean. Filled...
(via likeneelyohara)
fuckyeahsweetmusic:
Weekend Wars/ MGMT
I...
queenofnoise:
Hi. Today’s my birthday. Guess how...
“I’m not the boy I used to be. This town’s got the youth of me.”
– “Shoreline” by Anna Ternheim
my weekend is
everyonehateskc:
I’m looking forward to the scene where a guy is hanging by his wrists and is getting fisted:)
yeah I know I’m sick. get over it or unfollow me:)
Okay, this statement just confirmed one of the plethora of reasons I absolutely adore you.
Cruising
everyonehateskc:
is such an amazing movie.
steve and dani and nick you three need to see it:)
OH AND DANI DON’T FORGET ABOUT WATCHING FUR!
I’ve never heard of it, but I trust your recommendation.
Xiu Xiu's cover of "Fast Car" by Tracy Chapman is...
He measured the changing light by the color of his hands. In the morning they were pink, all bubblegum and happiness. The coffee at his side is black, steaming, and reminds him of every beautiful sunrise.
In the afternoon, his hands are yellow and dirty. Old newspapers, fresh graves. He’s spent so much time digging himself into this hole, and the sweat on his brown drips onto his palms, running...
“Blisters on my knees from begging for forgiveness.”
– “Paradice” by Lil Wayne.
“Suicide is the most sincere form of self-criticism.”
– (via spermdump)
thingsgohazy:
milktrees:
Raphael, CocoRosie
...
Ask, tell, plead, spit. →
Welcome to square one. It's freezing and the walls...
This is my pattern.
I choose the men that I have a fierce, almost feral, attraction to, and I get elbow-deep into a quicksand-like infatuation. And by the time I’ve broken a new barrier, given over a new part of myself to trust, something comes out. A window shatters, essentially, and all of these vultures flap in and remind me that no, I am still not safe and no, I will never be enough.
“If I find her, I swear I’ll kill her.”
– “I’ll Kill Her” by SoKo
I fucked my ex-boyfriend tomorrow. I sought out the heroin addict with washed-out eyes that moved to my city and laid on his bed, lied under his sheets. I took his hands and told him to hit me. Show me every part of me you wish weren’t there. He placed his palm on my head, thumb between my eyes, and kissed me as he tried to scramble out my brain. He loved me as he brought me to the grave...
two more bullets for the list -brand new validations -fresh-from-the-asylum shock treatments
three words you mean, but I found the fine print -gender’s lacking -hands and eyes and minds don’t lie
four in the morning I was wide awake -aching, clawing, regretting that zygote that wouldn’t eat the grass -smugly proud that you weren’t a godsend;...
Don’t ever say I’m (good) enough, because I dug through the pretty flowers and the candles, the entire fucking salted altar to find the bones. Shiny and new, white like all this goddam snow that was supposed to cover everything. I took that skeleton and read the inscription like a scripture to my side-glancing god and validated all these doubts. Don’t ever say I’m (good)...
fuckyeahsweetmusic:
Every Moment / Mychildren...
fuckyeahsweetmusic:
When The President Talks To...
Always, but not forever.
Close your eyes and focus on your hearing. Try to...
“Monsters are real. Ghosts are real, too.
They live inside us, and sometimes,...”
– Stephen King (via silverrdoe) (via pipesmokeflute)
Why do people always ask little kids what their...
What color is your favorite sound?
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You know how a human’s just a human?
Consider how a tiger’s a tiger, but it’s also an animal. Tigers are more than themselves, they are also part of a greater whole.
While humans are, in fact, animals, we as sentient beings have redefined this category and put it in a figurative supercategory that supercedes the scientific animal as a whole.
So if a tiger’s a tiger and...
written in Government yesterday.
Some say I’m too full of piss, oil & vinegar- but mostly piss, because -i have to take a diuretic every morning -because my thyroid is hypoactive -because I’m difficult; because I’m too fucked up to work normally- work on myself: myself brokedown palace myself eager victim.
Head like...
He was born in 1993, year of that Knoxville blizzard that killed my great-grandfather. It’s snowing again today; people were rushing to the stores for milk and bread and a receipt for their excitement. I would’ve bought a stiff drink because I’m in love and the ground’s turning white and I don’t know who the next victim will be.