January 2012
44 posts
“Não precisa vir
Se não for pra ficar
Pelo menos uma noite
E três semanas
...”
– Legião Urbana
TIME TO PUMP PEOPLE UP.
i love everything right now. i am finding the greatest music ever.
i feel like my perspective on everything has never been the clear.
and the world has never been so nice.
i attribute this attitude change in part to awesome punk, alternative, and indie music i am miraculously stumbling upon, my awesome friends, emailing random cool things i find to friends i should talk to more and an overall...
Hold on
Shoulders hunched back,
holding back,
holding your back,
you hold a beat.
Aching strangers and I count on a hold back,
on the words and gesture.
But I hold the beat
not a stranger nor a familiar face
putting me on hold.
And if you’re holding on to some comfort
hold back in your billow of nicotine.
Hello tumblr.
It is officially the first night since September we have run out of vodka. Note your calenders people. It is a monumental evening. Don’t feel the need to rush over with any or anything as tomorrow is indeed our first day of classes. How symbolic.
Thank you and have a great evening.
An Ode To Melissa Marie Mary Goulding
A Woman Of Structure
She cleans in the morning in reflection of the downfall of last night’s events.
She may not control her animalistic inhibitions, but she can try to fix them in a sober mind.
When night comes and she fears the tensity gaining strength, she folds her old blankets, hangs her rustic crew neck and back baring tank and moves on.
She graphs her daily errands in a pink...
Tell me you don’t love the Beatles, choke on...
peacelovegouldy:
I like laughing.
“A PRETTY GIRL WOULD KISS YOU, BUT YOU’RE HOME ALONE.. WAKE UP WORLD”
– smartest winsome alive
Make moves or die slow
Watch“My shoulders been out!”
and this i know his teeth as white snow →
“What could I say to you that would be of value, except that perhaps you seek too...”
– Herman Hesse, Siddhartha (via seawaters)
January lovins
We all need, crave, demand, and reject more than we have. We settle and the ending is always expected, never deserved.
Celia 's texts scare me...
peacelovegouldy:
“if you left your soul in my house I’d soak it in tea and vodka and let god have his will. evil?”
Never aggressive, only real.
