hiphopisthefuture: Antony and the Johnsons:...
honestly deeply in love with the complete lack of anxiety that came with moving.
lexington is great so far, i live in a living room but we’re moving to a place with a porch (fingers crossed) in probably a month or so. pretty much all i do is apply for jobs and take walks, but today i’m sick and it’s thunderstorming so i’m watching are you afraid of the dark and sewing.
during commercials i often google “(name of product advertised) bad”
making mixes for my drive tomorrow
finding songs adam showed me and songs we made together remembering how i drove krysten insane freshman year of college when i listened to nothing but cat power early recordings i made with sara and devin, full of giggling all the songs i listened to with andrew in high school on our first adventures away from virginia songs annie and i sang loud on drives we took just to drive
I graduated yesterday. Moving to Kentucky on Monday. I have too many feelings about this to explain them all.
here’s a music collaboration with my friend...
When I was on the road, I loved asking people what they’d say to their 23 year...– Andrew forsthoefel. Thanks, this American life. Well timed listen as always.
ugh i am so scared of the future i could throw up. i wish i could move in with my parents.
making friends in lexington and what my new life will be like.
records I got today
—badfinger, ass —roxy music, avalon —rolling stones, tattoo you —thin lizzy, jailbreak Now I can listen to the boys are back in town whenever I start to feel sad. I am pumped.
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds...– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Magnetism (via wethinkwedream)
i’m trying. it makes me sad that i’m not able to see the good in my life right now. i’ve said this before, my time at cranbrook is the loneliest i’ve ever felt in my life. in one week i’ll have walked the graduation ceremony, and i’ll be on my way to kentucky shortly after that. i don’t hope that things are better for me there. i hope that i am able to be...
this is a recording i made on my phone of me...
george harrison, isn’t it a pity
Eventually everything falls into place, until then hang on to hope, laugh at the...– Unknown (via awelltraveledwoman)
During the Day, Leonard Cohen
poetry365: I sit here At the window Waiting for you To come jogging past In your crucifix uniform You remind me of myself Perhaps (I wonder aimlessly) I could comfort you I love the furrows between your eyes And the ravages of anxiety Across your clenches expression You have the new face The coming face The face of no objective experience And you have chosen the path of muscle ...
biggest flaws of hp7p2 movie
a) neville gives a big speech— this was not necessary in the books, all he had to do was get lit on fire to motivate ppl b) harry reveals himself as alive WAY too soon in the movie— again, it was a big deal in the book that ppl stood up to voldy even tho harry was dead, including centaurs and house elves c) neville never liked luna in the books, tho i wish he did will the movies...
Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out
girl-germs: Every morning the maple leaves. Every morning another chapter where the hero shifts from one foot to the other. Every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out You will be alone always and then you will die. So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog of non-definitive...
I have to wonder what it will be like to not talk about art ALL THE TIME. I feel like I’ll be pumped to not do that but everyone says I’ll miss it.
I’m forever the kid posting online at 2am asking “is this a good jam, or just a George harrison/badfinger rip off?” I miss having someone to talk about that stuff with, it’s pretty corny but I think it’s rare to find someone who will pick apart songs with me at 2am and enjoy it just as much as I do.
Tomorrow is the big GRADUATE DEGREE EXHIBITION. Tonight I played a music show. I wish every weekend was this sweet.
This night has been the worst for sleep. Nightmares, waking up alone to twenty second gun crack thunder roars, and now a terrifying shriek of a fire alarm because somebody burned toast. I am creeped out.