June 2012
May 2012
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Also,
I made a very interesting song about a customer today. His name was Paco and he ordered three smoothies and a mocha frappucino. I wish I remembered it all but it was something along the lines of “Paco likes smoothies! Smoothies, smoothies smoothies. Orange mango and strawberry!!”. I was singing it at the top of my lungs while
I was making the said smoothies. I’m pretty sure Paco...
I don't know about you guys
but the high point of my day was reading Laura’s Spin interview about her new album. It’s due to come out at the end of the year. Imagine if it comes out for my birthday? IMAGINE GUYZ?!
New bitter acoustic Laura?
Holy shit yes.
I’m an emotional person—I feel things, and I need to be able to get upset and to...
– Felicity (via wrists)
GPOY!
the-accidental-transcendental:
“Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
iwhospeakawkwardly:
I’m not doing [the next record] with a band this time. I just got the urge to keep it really simple. My reaction to everything in life is when it gets a bit complicated to water it down and make it simple again. Like, I love the convenience of the city, but I also have to remember that convenience is not always a good thing. It makes you forget what it is to be a human...
You can’t trust other people. If it’s important, you have to do it yourself.
– Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book (via heartmindawakening)
This whole Miami man eating another man's face...
has seriously gotten my attention. It’s been a while since any piece of news has gotten my attention quite like this, but goddamn. I’ve been reading articles, looking at pictures and videos and this shit has seriously scared me.
Like how? Was it LSD? Was it “bath salts”? Was he just bat shit crazy?
OR is the zombie apocalypse really on the horizon?
Or am I just over...
Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful...
– Frank O’Hara, Meditations in an Emergency (via cartographe)
I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things...
– Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl (via pavorst)
say-anything-is-a-real-girl asked: If you have a box fan, put it in your window so the air is blowing outside and smoke!
I wish I could smoke inside my room
I could really go for a cigarette while scrolling through tumblr. That’d be heaven.
Cussing doesn’t come from a lack of vocabulary – I know all the other words....
– Anis Mojgani (via heartmindawakening)
I've been so productive these past few days
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Everything I’ve ever let go of had claw marks on it.
– David Foster Wallace (via arane)
I just want hummus
And baba ganoush. And my bed. And Lily in her cuddle spot. And some 30 Rock on Netflix because no matter what Tina Fey always makes me laugh.
I wish I was Tina Fey. Also, I fucking hate work lately.
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
– Jack Kerouac, Dharma Burns (via girlwithoutwings)