April 2009
236 posts
March 2009
178 posts
i'm starting to feel a little detached.
or maybe i’m just starting to acknowledge that i have been for a long time.
Is time the wheel that turns, or the track it...
Time is the controller of all things. Time is the ageing of everything. Time is the sags and wrinkles, the length of life. Time is the bane of mountains and the draught of rivers, the destroyer and the maker. Time is the never ending race to the present. The wheel is never in the present. It pushes its way through it and never looks back. It does not stop to heed the wreckage it causes. No...
Experiments in living: hypotheses
merricat:
jumbledemotion:
kjjlee:
skankk:
Your friends will move away from you. Most likely to one of the big cities or to the woods. This is O.K.
You don’t have to do what you went to college for.
Beds are meant to be comfortable. Make sure yours is.
Hunching your shoulders up in the cold does not make you warmer.
No matter what you create, someone will love it and someone else...
Books are the way the dead talk to the living.
– Laurie Anderson (via merricat)
When you see me sit by myself, you’ll think that I’m waiting for someone else....
– an horse, postcards
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-3-29) →
An Horse (17)
Bob Dylan (16)
Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head (10)
Fever Ray (9)
Death Cab for Cutie (9)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
i have to move back to school today. of montreal...
you must learn day by day, year by year, to broaden your horizon. the more...
– ethel barrymore
(via scribble-scribbles) (via stilltime)
wow, sorry i was just on a huge NPSH kick. i'm...
going to the mac store to figure out what's wrong...
i love good moods.
cleaning my room and rocking out to this.
i got home today from a trip to seattle and was completely overwhelmed when i got online by all the stuff i had to catch up on. at first i hated it. tons of new pictures and links to check out. messages to respond to and music to listen to. it felt like a burden. but actually, i love it. my main problem is that i don’t simply appreciate the things around me. instead i think “man, i...