March 2012
“You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t your home anymore? all of a sudden, even though you have some place where you put your shit, the idea of home is gone. you’ll see one day when you move out. it just sort of happens one day and it’s gone. you feel like you can never get it back. it’s like—you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist. maybe it’s this rite of passage, you know. you won’t ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start. it’s like a cycle or something. I don’t know, but I miss the idea of it. you know? maybe that’s all family really is. a group of people that miss the same imaginary place.”
—Garden State (via exhiist)
omg so this one time in my high school art class this korean girl was drawing symbols on everyone and when she finished the one girl asked ‘what does my symbol mean?’ and the girl says ‘IT MEAN SLUT’ and she burst into laughter and i think i peed myself
spread your love like a fever
don’t you ever come down
Missed the Boat
Modest Mouse
While we’re on the subject
Could we change the subject now?
I was knocking on your ear’s door but you were always out
Looking towards the future
We were begging for the past
Well we knew we had the good things
But those never seemed to last
Oh please just last
Everyone’s unhappy
Everyone’s ashamed
Well we all just got caught looking
At somebody else’s page
Well nothing ever went
Quite exactly as we planned
Our ideas held no water
But we used them like a dam
Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell
Saying yes, this is a fine promotion
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell
Of course everyone goes crazy
Over such and such and such
We made ourselves a pillar
We just used it as a crutch
We were certainly uncertain
At least I’m pretty sure I am
Well we didn’t need the water
But we just built that good God dam
Oh, and I know this of myself
I assume as much for other people
Oh, and I know this of myself
We’ve listened more to life’s end gong
Than the sound of life’s sweet bliss
Was it ever worth it?
Was there all that much to gain?
Well we knew we missed the boat
And we’d already missed the plane
We didn’t read the invite
We just dance at our wake
All our favorites were playing
So we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Tiny curtains open and we heard the tiny clap of little hands
A tiny man would tell a little joke and get a tiny laugh from all the folks
Sitting drifting around in bubbles and thinking it was us that carried them
When we finally got it figured out that we had truly missed the boat
Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves
But not the skills to make a shelf with
Oh, what useless tools ourselves
heart attacks are happening
but she didn’t answer
worst skins ending to ever happen ever
Listen
The Shirelles - Will You Love Me Tomorrow (1960)
Play
I honestly have no idea what went on last night
Vagabond
Wolfmother
Vagabond - Wolfmother
