December 2009
23 posts
“A lot of the people who read a bestselling novel, for example, do not read much...”
– The Economist - A world of hits (via tumbledore) (via syntheticpubes)
wind like knives
her sweater was cut right through when that one blew. her gloves weren’t helping any. well, it didn’t seem that way. the snow blowing in one ear and out the other was what it felt like. the bus was 5 minutes late. she took one hard look in the direction that it should come from. only snow and wind and dim streetlights.
she made a run for it.
coffee and cigarettes
breakfast was awful this morning.
first, i burned the bacon.
then, i somehow got shells in the omelet.
i had no juice so beer had to suffice.
one bite into the toast was when i realized the bread was stale.
breakfast was awful this morning.
it’s not like i was thinking about you.
i wasn’t distracted by thoughts of your hands in my back pockets while i flipped the omelets.
i was...
there are those
bred to be afraid to laugh or cry or kiss or be kissed or hold hands or hug or drink or walk alone or together.
and they are missing out.
sunrise, again
yesterday when i woke up and you were sitting on the end of the bed tapping the top of your head with the middle finger of your right hand, i thought about speaking but stopped myself. you sat there staring at the wall, making a sweet little beat and i didn’t have the nerve to distract you. i could see your shadow, silhouette, profile on the dresser and, my darling, it was perfection.
this...
metrophobia
senseless clouds pervading
randomly generated sounds
rhythm sticks to the roof of your mouth
syntax is sneaky
ABABCDCDEFEFGG
say something sweet
i’ll just sit here taking gentle sips of this red wine and slow drags from this cigarette and watch your eyes think. then when the perfect phrase comes to you, pronounce it and i’ll smile.
surrounded
i’m just not sure if it was the crowd or the smoke that made me feel oppressed. but i do know that it was you who set me free
imagination
i have a love/hate relationship with mine. like that friend that you invite to every party but apologise to everyone else before he gets there
laurataylor:
Fuck Buttons - The Lisbon Maru
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fleet foxes - ragged wood
laughing
then life hits you like one of those really hard metallic balloons that that creepy guy in 8th grade sent you for valentine’s day. even that heart shape and those foldy paper legs and arms couldn’t take away how much it sucked for a minute.
it's a...
madhouse!!! A MADHOUSE!!!
the speed of light
1.8026175 × 1012 furlongs per fortnight
i have a dream
you smoked a bowl and i drank a bottle. you sat and listened to me discourse for hours on what it means to be human
total letdown
like watching basic instinct on saturday afternoon on broadcast television
elightenment is...
a man in an orange tuque and acid-wash jeans reading a self-help book from 1969 while eating fried okra in the kroger deli
tegan and sara-hell
excuse me
when’s the last time a complete stranger told you that you are so incredibly fucking attractive?
Dear band leader
just because you’re the one who started the band, doesn’t mean you always get to decide what we play
From out
ever notice how fun it is to talk about things that are really huge like you’re deciding which flavour of gum you want? flip a fucking coin. eeny meeny miny fucking mo.
Fantastic Titles
sometimes i’m unsure whether a title will actually turn someone on. it may happen that the title seems almost too good and you think that there’s no way the content can live up to that. or maybe it’s that the title reads just the way you expect it to and you don’t even bother. either way, don’t forget that some people do not ever name anything. they may create a...