October 2010
September 2010
I would honestly consider hijacking
a Coca-Cola truck if it didn’t seem like so much effort. On another note, all I listen to anymore is Kid Cudi, and his song over Vampire Weekend’s Ottoman is absolutely mindblowing.
“Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander...”
– Vladimir Nabokov (via thechocolatebrigade)
“Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear...”
– Fulton Oursler (via psychotherapy)
For the past few months, I haven’t exactly been looking forward to University and leaving my friends, but I can’t help but have changed such views in the past few days. Right now the idea of leaving everyone I know, friends and family, sounds so beautiful. I believe I’ve reached the point that I seem to eventually arrive at in every relationship - the unequivocal, inexplicable,...
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
– Oscar Wilde (via boppinlindsbopp)
I love the rain.
It just makes me want to drive on lonely roads, blasting Animal Collective. Instead, I’m trying not to think about my looming pile of Calculus sitting next to me. Suffice to say, I don’t like responsibilities very much. I do, however, adore the Dr. Dog playing out of my speakers right now (where did all the shadow people go?).
“But me, I’m not a gamble
You can count on me to split
The love I sell you in...”
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the Lazenby effect
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the tendency for the day after a really good day to be an utterly shitty one, a karmic circuit breaker that recalibrates your capacity to savor subsequent success, a periodic whipcrack that twists your flatlining trajectory into a heartbeat curve that leaves you shaken, not stirred.
la cuna
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. a twinge of sadness that there’s no frontier left, that as the last explorer trudged with his armies toward a blank spot on the map, he didn’t suddenly remember his daughter’s upcoming piano recital and turn for home, leaving a new continent unexplored so we could set its mists and mountains aside as a strategic reserve of mystery, if only to answer more of our...
i can't wait for the end of this school year.
not because i’m in any hurry to move, begin college, etc., but i just really want to be out of this school. there’s, like, no one there that i’m actually friends with/would really even want to ever hang out with/have anything remotely in common with.
oh well. my melodramatic post is done now.
my life seems to be full of late nights, early...
that’s ok, though;i love it all the same.
