January 2010
84 posts
yay, got my guitar in tune.
Quote Unquote by Trunks & Tales
lovelesswrists:
iammattjordan:
prodigal:
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-1-24) →
Must Be the Ganja by Eminem
I didn’t smoke...
This Is Getting Over You by Alkaline Trio
This is...
If Columbus was wrong I’d drive straight off the edge…
Off with your hands! Off with your head! An eye for an eye Makes the world blind Take my eyes! Take my friends! Repent, recant, rebutle Such is procedure bleed and scream and sing Murder-suicide Almost divine
Told A Lie by Mansions
I let you go, yeah I know...
kapi:
Hallelujah — Justin Timberlake & Matt...
my cat just killed my five-legged friend. the OPTIMISTS thought: at least she didn’t kill my four-legged friends. the PESSIMISTS thought: she’ll kill all of them some day. the REALISTS thought: there’s potential.
sexmusic:
broadripple is burning // margot and...
sexmusic:
talk show host // ryan inglis...
fuckyeahemo:
This is my band, I’ll be on tour...
indierawk:
Vampire Weekend - I Think Ur A...
Oh wearisome condition of humanity! Born under one law, to another bound; Vainly begot, and yet forbidden vanity; Created sick, commanded to be sound.
Fulke Greville
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-1-17) →
The World As I See It, Einstein →
The No Seatbelt Song by Brand New
We’re...
“For example, the worship of truth apart from charity self-identification with the cause of science unaccompanied by self-identification with the Ground of all being results in the kind of situation which confronts us today. Every idol, however exalted, turns out in the long run to be a Moloch, hungry for human sacrifices.”
Substitutes for Liberation (1952), Aldous Huxley
Watchbadass
I am gall, I am heartburn. God’s most deep decree Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me; Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse. Self-yeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see The lost are like this, and their scourge to be As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.
Gerard Hopkins
“For of course nobody can help, nobody can ever be present. People may stand by...”
– Island, Aldous Huxley
I just realized that I capitalize everything that is supposed to be capitalized, but only on the internet. If you look at my writing nothing’s capitalized. Absolutely nothing.
NIETZSCHE'S ANGEL FOOD CAKE →
My Only Friend by Minus Vince
God knows you won’t reply, and god knows that you were right not to.
lovelesswrists:
you’re so last summer by taking...
