I Love Creedence - Casiotone for the Painfully Alone
Usually my guitar will sit on its stand, untouched (by me, anyway) for months at a time. Every few days or weeks I will remember that allegedly I play guitar; I’m a “guitarist”. I pick it up and maybe try to strum a few chords, pluck a few strings, but it sounds uninspired and feels totally alien to me. I put it back down.
Sometimes I’ll be doing something in my room completely unrelated. Working on some coursework, watching a film, browsing Tumblr etc. and I’ll have the overwhelming urge to pick it up. I’ll sling the instrument over my shoulder, I’ll plug it in and I’ll just play. I’ll play things I didn’t know my fingers or mind were capable of and I’ll truly enjoy it. Sometimes I become completely immersed for hours. Every now and then I’ll be so unaware of anything other than the instrument in my hands that I’ll start dribbling or groaning. I hate to think what I look like, but at times like these it barely matters because I’m the king of the world. Nobody can touch me.
(via atomised)
This is very, very false. The things that make me the happiet are the expiriences that just can’t be bought. Call me old fasioned, but sitting at a park with your friends watching the stars beats paying for something any day.
I wish I could afford friends like that…
I swear, it doesn’t cost a thing. I’m fucking broke and I still manage to have the time of my life.
I know what you’re saying; I feel you completely (especially the being broke bit). What I said was very tongue-in-cheek, but in all seriousness (and much to my discontent) I don’t have a friend in the world that would ever just sit and watch the stars with me. I don’t think I have a friend that would feel comfortable even just being alone with me. I’ve not bonded with anybody like that for a long time, and it eats at me every day. Sorry to bombard you with narcissism; I just thought I’d try and explain myself rather than coming across like an ignorant dolt.
P.S. Tumblr needs a way to respond to posts that doesn’t include reblogging.
(via atomised)
This is very, very false. The things that make me the happiet are the expiriences that just can’t be bought. Call me old fasioned, but sitting at a park with your friends watching the stars beats paying for something any day.
I wish I could afford friends like that…
thepulpgirls:ihatemuggles:thisisanexplosion:trainwreck-:
Wednesday: You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides, you will play golf, and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, “Do not trust the Pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller.”
Amanda: Gary, she’s changing the words.
Wednesday: And for all these reasons I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.
Oh god Wednesday you’re amazing.
"I want to be the best man at your funeral."
— Me, in a state of delirium, clearly.
65daysofstatic - Radio Protector
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I fell in love with this piece of music this morning, so I put it on some work I was doing for Uni. Now I’ve been working with it all day it’s just driving me nuts! ARGH.
Despite What You’ve Been Told - Two Gallants
