April 2009
I think, “That’s a crock of shit invented by people who don’t take responsibility for their actions. Alcohol doesn’t make you an asshole. Being an asshole makes you an asshole. See also: whore.”
Harsh. and fair.
(via maryclare)
ahhhahahahahaha
(via thegrasshopperunit) (via snugglesmcfein)
Can’t…stop…clicking….
March 2009
Sideways, by Citizen Cope just came up on my shuffle. Years ago at a small studio in apartment in West Village I sat with a boy, drinking wine on his large couch, while this song played in the background. I remember thinking ” these feelings won’t go away..” but they did.
It’s sort of depressing if you think about. Caring about someone so much, and with time, and I don’t know, life, feelings going away.
I looked at him one afternoon on the Commerce and Bedford, a beautiful block that could make anyone fall in love/lust/like, and I just didn’t feel it anymore.
Maybe something happened in my sleep, but sometimes when you realize someone just isn’t worth it, you snap out of it and move on.
“Since time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence—neither speed up nor slow down, add to nor diminish—it is an imponderably valuable gift.”
— Maya Angelou (via reluctantbuddha) (via huliwuxian)
Martin Luther King Jr.
(via inspirings)(via maluna)
Regina Spektor “Samson”
Obligatory reblog. (Is there an abbreviation for this? OR? ORB?)