She rides gusts of wind just by the way she spoke ( Read more... )

i reject this nothingness.

On Tuesday night, Andrew and I went to Anne Liffey's Pub where we met up with Linda and two of her friends. Andrew and I had dinner there, and decided to stick around for Trivia Night, which was quite fun. It was interesting how two of the categories were 80s pop culture. Needless to say, my fascination with A-Ha, John Cusack, and John Hughes ( Read more... )

jesus fucking christ, this album is fucking amazing to the point where i can't help but to use so many expletives to try to convey what a masterpiece of music this album is ( Read more... )

as i wake, the smell of my breath-- a combination of smoked tobacco and spirts & beer-- serves as a memento of my activities from the night before. low on sleep, i pull myself up and i try to fit my entire world into a small synthetic nylon knapsack, and as i look up the rigid train schedule i have already seen millions of times and by now memorize ( Read more... )

goddamnit motherfucker! this album is just so fucking...good.

there's a certain thought bothering me that i can't quite put into words that has transferred itself from my head to my chest, and i would love nothing more than to rip my hand into my chest, past the plate, and just grip it until its out of me, because honestly, not even someone else's words would be able to remove it from its lodging. I want to ( Read more... )

Albums I've Gotten This Week ( Read more... )

hay veces que quisiera morir contigo y olvidarme de toda materia, pero no me atrevo.

saw rosario for the last time until she leaves for spain....

and....

sometimes, talking about things that happened during our birthdays and talking in lyrics just seems like the perfect way to cap off an evening, even if such conversations run a 2000 mile long gap and travel at the speed of light.