do I have something to say
that will sink into your pores
and change who you are
even for a second
killin’ it as per yoosh.
I’ll never get over how great this joke is.
"And then I said, ‘Look, if you don’t carry it in a muted pastel, I’m not interested!”
"Oh, they DO carry it in a muted pastel! Well, that’s embarrassing…"
on this day one year ago someone sewed a fried egg to a tshirt
*holds my newborn baby for the first time* wow… you are just a tiny swagless version of myself
Big fan of Alt-J, even though their albums are too artsy to the point where you have to listen to the entire thing at one time to fully appreciate them.
Luckily, I have lots of time to waste doing shit like that.
Saturn Devouring His Son, Francisco Goya (1819-1823), Breezeblocks, Alt-J (2012)
a fire is beginning, beginning to take place
in the corners of our cages, in the hallways of our brains
Leaving ashes on our clothing at the end of our embrace
with the rainclouds long forgotten, an awaited change of pace
I guess I’ve left the station, I know you’ve grown impatient
with wasting your life on a train
that never may come home
So please feel free to travel, I know I’m hard to handle
I’m in a land far away
from where you’re coming from
- Trying to write these things with a little less flamboyance and more down-to-earth-ness