i.
just a subject - predicate kind of girl.
john baldessari. self portrait.
:for all the things i’ve never done—2011.
we talked today. for the first time in a while. your voice was just as i remembered. you called me honey. and it felt right.
i think we’ll be okay now.
(Source: earthboundmisfit)
it’s that time of year, again. when i start dreaming about living in a bungalow in the northwest. with a tall boy and a cat. we dress alike and read the paper without talking. he probably likes roy orbison and hates that i don’t wear heels. we pick out antique lamps every sunday but don’t buy them. then get drunk together and make-out at rock shows.
soon, though, i remember that i only really like a handful of orbison songs and would probably hate the northwest.
but. these are a few songs that feed this seasonal fantasy of mine:
rilo kiley. i never.
the zombies. you’ve really got a hold on me/bring it on home.
yo la tengo. here comes my baby.
the temptations. just my imagination.
belle + sebastian. piazza, new york catcher.
she and him. home.
mazzy star. be my angel.
john lennon. oh yoko.
maria. when the sun goes down.
mirah. la familia.
sigh…
\underrated//
:the band suicide. the way to my heart <3 is through cheree.
blow your mind:
» cheree
» ghost rider
» girl
queer as a clockwork orange.
the attempt to impose upon man, a creature of growth and capable of sweetness, to ooze juicily at the last round the bearded lips of god, to attempt to impose, i say, laws and conditions appropriate to a mechanical creation, against this i raise my sword-pen.
a favorite read. <3.