And now. . .

It’s Record Store Day!

I hope I remember this after work and don’t just go on with my life until it’s 1 a.m. and I realize that I forgot forgot. This is a reminder! To me! To all!

The time of night when you’re looking through old pictures on your computer.

The time of night when you’re looking through old pictures on your computer.

fuckyeahstvincent:

St. Vincent - GROT

I listen to this while editing work transcripts and feel POWERFUL.

Listen, pigeons, that’s not a nest. That’s just a poorly formed pile of twigs. And what, you want to lay your eggs on the cold, hard concrete? Aren’t you supposed to have some cushion there? This is a pathetic display. Haven’t you been to nesting school? Isn’t that part of who you are as a bird? I could build a better nest. I’m a flipping human. Get real here.

Listen, pigeons, that’s not a nest. That’s just a poorly formed pile of twigs. And what, you want to lay your eggs on the cold, hard concrete? Aren’t you supposed to have some cushion there? This is a pathetic display. Haven’t you been to nesting school? Isn’t that part of who you are as a bird? I could build a better nest. I’m a flipping human. Get real here.

  • Me: What kind of shoes should we have for the wedding?
  • Sister: Angela was thinking nude.
  • Me: I didn't realize we would be having a Betazoid ceremony. GET IT

Out of the dozens of students who emotionlessly walk directly into me every day,

For the first time since I started working in colleges nearly a year and a half ago, a student not only acknowledged my existence, but even apologized for nearly bumping into me

exoblivione: notthebatman: pixography:
Rene Magritte

Jolie Holland

The Song of Wandering Aengus - W.B. Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among the long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

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It’s Sunday night, what else could that title mean except that someone spoiled Game of Thrones for me before I could watch it.

slaughterhousefive:

Dance Yrself Clean - LCD Soundsystem

And you go… STOP! 

As I’m watching Wallander, I keep expecting Kenneth Branagh to dance hmslf clean. Since when did he turn into James Murphy?

The Smiths - This Charming Man

Occasionally the only song that matters. He knows so much about these things.

Johnny Marr’s guitar is my boyfriend actually.

nevver:

Should you go out tonight?

The leather runs smooth on the passenger seat.

nevver:

Should you go out tonight?

The leather runs smooth on the passenger seat.

(via iwantyourlahv)