February 2012
15 posts
So, I'm retiring from tumblr.
I don’t post that much anymore, and honestly, one of my favorite things about tumblr in the first place was the freedom to post whatever I wanted about whatever I thought, and I simply can’t do that here anymore. I met some awesome people on here. If I start a new one, I’ll be sure to refollow you!
make hay
I tried making the hay sunshine doesn’t work just one of gods exalted guilty lies fluttering around like butterflies thriving in the heat
how can I stay on time the clock sings a lullaby the unregistered nocturne ticking leaks from restless mens machines
you don’t impress me with your bitter black coffee leave before the sun comes up and the light messes you up this is not where you...
"I can't believe it's snowing in February oh my...
Weather changes, calm the fuck down.
Cheesy unsolicited advice regarding insecurity
There are many tactics people use to cover up their insecurity. People fight it with alcohol, they fight it with the clothes they wear, with makeup, with trying to be arrogant, with pretending not to care — I could go on and on. But the tactic that infuriates me the most is a combination of things. It also makes me really sad, at least when I see people I care about using it.
It’s...
Rock 'n' Roll 'n' Drugs 'n' Sex
I don’t care about it. I don’t want it. Not for me. I’ll take the rock ‘n’ roll, hold the drugs and sex. Not only do I disagree with the notion of the tortured artist being somehow better than the mentally stable artist, but I also don’t think that music, drug-use, and sleeping with lots of people go hand-in-hand. Those things may go hand-in-hand for some, but...
Well shit, I always thought Super Bowl Sunday was...
I actually hate Mardi Gras
Yeah, seriously. Mardi never mows it and so it’s full of a bunch of weeds and snakes and weird insects and poison ivy. I don’t know why so many people are obsessed with his fucking lawn.
Dr. Dog - Do The Trick
I LOVE THE NEW DR. DOG. I...
I am often haunted by an odd loneliness.
It’s not the acute pang of sadness you feel when you’re dumped, it’s not the overwhelming sense of impending madness you feel after being isolated for an extremely long period of time, and it’s certainly not the feeling you have when you peer out the window into the rain like they do in the movies.
This is a permanent state of melancholia. It’s a deep, slowly moving...
