mysterysmudgesextra:

The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart by Jack Gilbert

I watched this in its entirety and I cried. I have my doubts. I don’t know if these are good people, if they’ll stay married, if this love is marriage-worthy, but I want to believe that it is. I really want to believe in this, but I don’t know if I can. I have endless doubts but I hope I’m wrong. I really want happy endings to be possible. 

joftheday:

“1901” - Birdy (Phoenix Cover)

Gorgeous. 

starsareshiningbright:

Saint Motel - At Least I Have Nothing

Spotted in Rolling Stone, I really digg the music of that LA indie pop rock band… They also have an intriguing name. Apparently the band will release its first vinyl, 7”1, on November 28th.

Saint Motel official website

i am so happy to be home. i am stupid-happy to be home. i am happy in the way that i can’t stop smiling because tomorrow i’m gonna wake up whenever i want in my bed and i’ll have car keys and a full day to do whatever i want and go where ever i want. 

but more importantly, i am stupid-happy to be at home because when i step foot in this beautiful home of mine i can remember how happy and lucky i am to have all the great things i have in my life. my family, my friends, my home, my school, and all that other stuff. whenever i’m in the library and that seems like the world i’ll ever know, i can get in a plane and fly home and remember there’s a whole other beautiful loving world out there that i can run back to and know that everything’s great, everything’s gonna be okay, and i can make it. 

“Thoreau, Gandhi, Mandela — it’s easy to see why their words and ideas have been massaged into gauzy slogans. They were inspirational figures, dreamers of beautiful dreams. But what goes missing in the slogans is that they were also sober, steely men. Each of them knew that thoroughgoing change, whether personal or social, involves humility and sacrifice, and that the effort to change oneself or the world always exacts a price.

But ours is an era in which it’s believed that we can reinvent ourselves whenever we choose. So we recast the wisdom of the great thinkers in the shape of our illusions. Shorn of their complexities, their politics, their grasp of the sheer arduousness of change, they stand before us now. They are shiny from their makeovers, they are fabulous and gorgeous, and they want us to know that we can have it all.”

-A really excellent NYT op-ed piece I just read

coketalk:

Cracks (Flux Pavilion Remix) - Freestylers

Brunching tunes.
Where are my sunglasses?
I need a Bloody Mary.

This is almost too good. 

world-shaker:

Keep calm and carry on.

need this printed out and put on my wall, always

This tumblr has been existed since April of my sophomore year of high school, and I just spent the last 45 minutes of my life rereading a solid chunk of my posts from then to now. I relived many of my highs and lows of my last three years with bemusement and its been interesting to see the ways in which I’ve changed and the ways I haven’t. 

Moreover, I realized that in high school, I was a total twat. I probably still am, but at least I blog about it less. 

But I tweet about it more. Can’t have it all.

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