January 2010
78 posts
Dear Self-Esteem,
Why is it that whenever anybody asks if I want to do anything with them, I always feel like they’re only asking out of pity?
I bet they are. Bastards.
Rob: I need a big fuckin’ non-alcoholic beverage.
Pete: Yeah! I need a steak!
Just woke up
I have absolutely no recollection of anything from last night other than getting back home and playing Mario 3.
Just went for a wee, and there’s a rat chilling in my bathtub. I don’t even know its name.
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Something isn’t right here, although it’s hard to pinpoint where it all went wrong. I am still very much fucked.
“It’s Friday. It’s 9am. Perhaps you went to Vodbull last night, and didn’t make...”
– Tom Waterman’s Power Hour
Haha. This is dead on. I miss this.
(via seams)
Anyone who’s experienced Tom Waterman knows…
Note to self:
Stop telling everybody literally everything.
Stop trying to throw away everyone that means anything to you. Hopefully nothing’s broken beyond repair.
Stop hanging out by yourself and dwelling on everything that’s bad about everything.
Stop constantly seeking darkness and tragedy. Try and have a good time. Maybe watch a comedy? Read a book that isn’t about drinking, drugs and...
Nothing Feels Good - The Promise Ring
A Perfect Day for Bananafish
migue-e:
J. D. Salinger
THERE WERE ninety-seven New York advertising men in the hotel, and, the way they were monopolizing the long-distance lines, the girl in 507 had to wait from noon till almost two-thirty to get her call through. She used the time, though. She read an article in a women’s pocket-size magazine, called “Sex Is Fun-or Hell.” She washed her comb and brush. She...
“The first kiss, the first fuck had some drama. People were interesting at first....”
– Charles Bukowski (via lovelylulu)
Fact:
migue-e:
I always liked short girls. Maybe that’s because i’m not so tall either.
With you all the way homeskillet.
crookedindifference:
Bright Eyes - Let’s Not...
Devil in the Details - Bright Eyes
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Nobody...
✍ Yorkshire
I must have been about 8. My family and me were staying in Yorkshire. We had this little cottage rented for a week. It wasn’t quaint or even particularly charming. Utilitarian. Cheap. It was small and basic and old, situated half way up a hill in the middle of nowhere, with only a dirt road leading up to it. The rain never stopped the whole time we were there. From the cottage you could...
Minor Swing - Django Reinhardt
✍ Good Morning Britain
…and all of a sudden, boom, you’re awake!
Plunged back into that infinite and uncertain abyss day after day. At least in my head there are boundaries. Dreams are limited to what’s conceivable, even if what’s conceivable in the mind of a maniac seems absurd in the context of day to day living in modern Britain.
Look around, I recognise this room, but who are all these people?...
The Death of Me - City and Colour
Ain’t no room for boners in THESE jeans…
“It ain’t attractive unless it’s purely superficial. You are...”
I hope it's true
Me: Jaffa Cakes and Vodka… that’s literally all I’ve had to eat and drink today.
Pete: Orange and potato… that’s two of your five-a-day man!
✍ Terraces and Towers
sitting around here, stagnant, waiting to die. condensation rotting the window frames. fuck these people. fuck those people too. fuck this place. grey and morbid and mediocre but unsettlingly HUGE. massive sprawling bleakness. all hope strangled by buildings and power-lines and factories and terraces and towers and rain and decay and pallid, sallow kids in old tracksuits that smell like cigarettes...
5 Dollers - S
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So for now it’s...
My phonebook features a fictional character called...
I created her in the hopes that I’d text her when I’m drunk rather than the so-called “real people”.
A large portion of my sent texts from the last few days are to her, the most recent saying;
“Build then Burn.
Bitter Inglorious.
Time after flesh crawling time.”
Just discovered http://fuckyeahemo.tumblr.com/
My life is complete.
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It sounds like skating and drinking and skating and smiling.
I’m having such a good time right now.
the-boy-who-blocked-his-own-shot:
Box Car Racer-...
The Girl - City and Colour
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It makes my heart...
✍ Puppet
play me like a fool, for i am one. this much is clear. say the right words and i’ll become your puppet. make me run, make me jump, make me laugh, make me cry. make me cry some more. slam my body into something hard and obtuse, watch me splinter. tear off my limbs. break me down and burn me. it’s all that i am.
You know what?
No! No I’m not going to the pub. It’s friggin cold outside. And pretty late (for the pub). Not to mention bloody miles away, which I’d have to cycle on icy roads. I’d also have to take cycling shoes because of my stupid SPD pedals, and then shoes to change into. And a helmet. And layers of course. (It’s SO cold). So much hassle. What would I even do when I got there?...