May 2012
April 2012
what do you smell like?
right now, old spice and fabric softener
jezebel
two hours traffic
Jezebel,
There’s a ringing in my ear from when I called you,
Got this tiny little fear that I won’t see you,
When that sun goes down again.
Jezebel,
I’ve got honey on my hands from when I held you,
Got this tiny rubber band to wrap around your finger,
When that sun goes down again,
Whoooaaa,
When that sun goes down again.
Now the moon is on my side,
But that’s not what I need,
I’m laughing through the night,
But that don’t mean so much to me,
This girl is out of sight,
As anyone can see,
As anyone can see,
Alright.
Jezebel,
There’s a ringing in my ear,
Oh, Jezebel,
There it goes again my dear,
I’ve got to see you,
when that sun goes down again,
When that sun goes down again.
Play
“Go and get a job. Go and find a flat. Find somebody else. Put them in the flat. Make them stay. Get a toaster. Go to work. Get on the bus. Look at your boss. Say, “fuck”. Sit down. Pick up the thing. Go blank. Scream internally. Go home. Listen to the radio. Look at the other person. Think, “WHY? Why did this happen?”. Go to bed. Lie awake! At night! Get up. Feel groggy. Put the things on - your clothes - whatever they’re called. Go out the door, into work - same thing! Same people, again, it’s real, it is happening, to you. Go home again! Sit, Radio, Dinner - mmm, GARDENING, GARDENING, GARDENING, death!”
—Dylan Moran (via tittysandpancakes)
“I have very little tolerance for people who tell me that they graduate with $200,000 of debt or even $80,000 of debt because there’s no reason for that.”
—Rep. Virginia Foxx (R-NC) just doesn’t like people who take out student loans to afford an education. (via think-progress)
Listen
My city’s still breathing (but barely it’s true)
Through buildings gone missing like teeth
The sidewalks are watching me think about you
Sparkled with broken glass
I’m back with scars to show
Back with the streets I know
Will never take me anywhere but here
The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand
The strangers whose faces I know
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal
To say, “I wanted it this way”
Wait for the year to drown
Spring forward, fall back down
I’m trying not to wonder where you are
All this time lingers, undefined
Someone choose who’s left and who’s leaving
Memory will rust and erode into lists
Of all that you gave me:
A blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest
The best parts of lonely, duct-tape, and soldered wires
New words for old desires
And every birthday card I threw away
I wait in 4/4 time
Count yellow highway lines that you’re relying on
To lead you home
