looking back on things, there is a fraction of me who is genuinely surprised that i am still alive today. i have the afternoon off so, you know, instead of being productive and working on design templates, i spent a few hours digging through my old LJ entries from highschool/university ( Read more... )

bob dylan & johnny cash - girl from the north country
beach house - gila
lisa hannigan - ocean and a rock
lykke li - dance dance dance
ryan adams - the hardest part
ida maria - oh my god
headless heroes - blues run the game
ccr - long as i can see the light
women - black rice
beach house - you came to me

one year ago.

what Amsterdam means ( Read more... )

things that i want to do this summer but don't have enough money to accomplish because i spent the last nine months of my life being an unemployed piece of shit ( Read more... )

so, i'm reading this book called "the geography of bliss". i picked it up in the travel literature section of indigo; a section a frequently find myself pulled toward by an invisible force every time i enter the store. i very much enjoy reading about different places around the world, especially places that i have been to. there's a chapter on ( Read more... )

so tired that it feels like my eyeballs are sinking into my face and even sighing takes too much energy. i'm a better person when i'm unemployed, but the money will be nice. i've basically worked four days out of the last nine months and i already need a tiny vacation, but i suppose that won't be the reality and that's okay. a summer of some ( Read more... )

it's a rule that on sundays, i feel horrible and depressed for no reason. even if i'm not hungover, even if i had a great night before, even if there's no specific something that should make me feel this way, i do. it takes me hours to drag myself out of bed on sundays, and for some reason drying my hair seems to be the most outrageous task ( Read more... )

it's been about two years since i've written in this thing. i still read friend's entries and my own entries over again all of the time and it just depresses the hell out of me. i miss this part of my life. it just kind of disappeared or i disappeared or something. who knows ( Read more... )

my friend has my favorite teeth. they bend backwards when she breathes, and it whistles. and sweetness is all sweetness was. bees are black eyed birds that buzz. and my love has my favorite ears, they lean forwards when she hears. and you can't talk without your tongue, don't try to drown without your lungs. well, my snail has my favorite slow, ( Read more... )

MARGOT
let’s lie down for a minute.
richie lies down on the cot. margot looks at his boy scout sleeping bag.

MARGOT
this is the one we took to the museum, isn’t it?
richie nods. margot sighs. she lies down next to richie and puts her arm around his shoulder. she smooths back his hair. they listen to the music for a minute.
MARGOT ( Read more... )