You’re outta there.
Pep Talk: Just when you thought you couldn’t be more over it, some new annoying thing happens to make it absolutely clear that you should leave. Stop what you’re doing. Get up. Go. Find yourself a change of scenery before you totally lose it.
Today remind yourself: I’m outta here.
Relevant to this weekend and how a fresh(ish) ex can never be a friend.
There’s actually an ice cream truck in my neighborhood. Are those still legal? All the kiddos that play outside went running after it. One of the older girls yelled (while running,) “We don’t have any money!” They paused slightly and kept running after it.
It’s about the journey, not the destination young ones. Sometimes I just want them off my lawn, but sometimes they are pretty funny.
Beirut – Cherbourg
Devotchka – How It Ends
The Head And The Heart – Rivers and Roads
The Mountain Goats – The Monkey Song
The Mountain Goats – Going To Georgia
Passion Pit – Moth’s Wings
Passion Pit – Sleepyhead
Sufjan Stevens – Chicago
Sufjan Stevens – The Predatory…
Reblogging for later because I need new morning makeup jamz.
Who’s this “Ibid” character anyway?
Many of the statements in this paper are also noted as coming from a person only identified as ‘Ibid’ in the footnotes. I am not skeptical of Ibid’s view, but I would like to find his/her article and read it for myself.
“You know, it’s quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness… There is even a moment, right at the start, where you have to jump across an abyss; if you think about it you don’t do it.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
Whatever it is you’re seeking won’t come in the form you’re expecting.
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| — | Haruki Murakami (via thenocturnals) |
