December 2009
88 posts
the lies I’ve told have turned to leather on...
soundz
1. The Killers or Franz Ferdinand? the killers
2. Radiohead or Muse? radiohead byyy far
3. Death Cab for Cutie or Bright Eyes? bright eyes again, by far.
4. Elliott Smith or Belle & Sebastian? elliott
5. Modest Mouse or My Morning Jacket? modest mouse
6. of Montreal or Clap Your Hands Say Yeah? tough but, of montreal
7. Santogold or M.I.A? santogold
8. Bob Dylan or Jimi Hendrix? bob...
i’ve always been a summer time kind of person.
i’ve tried to deny it plenty of times, but i can’t. i don’t belong in new england.
i want to be happy, golden and freckly all the time. i want to have wavy greasy hair that smells like salt water. i want to lay around in the grass and drive with the windows down. i want to hear crickets when i fall asleep. i want to wear...
if i seem a little strange, well, that’s...
tinylightss:
this one goes out to my darling...
it’s a rolling stones christmas.
also, i...
“you can’t know anybody when you’re stuck inside your own asshole.”
– the love of my life
in other news
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE
i fucking hated 500 days of summer you all can fuck off
i don’t wanna be your friend, i just wanna...
jesus is just a spanish boy’s name.
"It's just a memory,
I can’t love completely, when you’re really with me, I’m indifferent.”
We are vagabonds.
i have worries to give to the sea.
i’m supposed to be finishing my chuck close paper, but i’m not in school mode anymore.
i’ve been trying to write this paper for almost 2 hours now.
these are all the things i’ve done that don’t include actually writing this paper like i intended to:
got pineapple, ate it
got chocolate, ate it
made a phone call
changed my clothes, twice
walked around my house...
i wish i could post more than one audio thing a day. cause that’s all i would do. fuck you tumblr
tonight, for the first time all week, i felt like i was actually home.
all week i had this funny feeling like i was living in-between, still making the transformation from being in boston to moving back home for a month.
driving these familiar roads tonight with my best friend brought me right back to summertime. the songs we sang, our daily drives, the places we went.
a lot of things have...
let’s undress just like cross-eyed strangers
i already miss boston..
i don’t know why, i only just got home. when i was in boston, i was desperate for break to come. but now i want to go back already.
i’m listening to kevin devine and doing a little watercolor thing, kind of nice to not have to do school-related art for a change.
i’m feeling a little antsy.
