How strange of you to call me by my actual name. I miss you Allie. McDonald’s Coke soothes the pain. Haha
“a look shared by two people, each wishing that the other would initiate something that they both desire but which neither wants to begin.”
It’s the most succint word. Untranslatable.
This word reminds me of Sigur Ros, and makes me want to float through water, but with music all around me. Instead of the terrifying deafening dullness the pressure of water pushes upon your eardrums.
Or better yet
La petite mort
Literally “the little death”; a metaphor for orgasm. More widely, it can refer to the spiritual release that comes with orgasm, or a short period of melancholy or transcendence, as a result of the expenditure of the “life force”.
Just for kicks. I learned something today.
-Hunter S. Thompson, Hell’s Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga (via ilovegoo)
I want my eyes to water, and my luck to run out.
My hole is shallow, my voice is loud, my brain is in motion, and I’ve got a plan. Karma is often spoken about as if it is known, but it’s all opinion. Most things we talk about are just opinions, so stop trying to be right all the time. We put too much effort into it.
I play the ukulele.
I’m getting a laptop.
I will be more productive this next month.
By the end of this year, I don’t think I’ll be worrying anymore.