Art is just like the air one breathes. We become conscious of it when we lack...– Dominique de Menil (via hydeordie) while i dont think i agree, i’d like it to be true.
I don’t even care anymore. Fuck you (oo, oooo, oo)
Tonight! Tristan Perich/Dither and a set of violas and bells. Think John Cage, think Eno. Yeah! Kemper Auditorium on the Phillips Academy campus in Andover, MA.
Anonymous asked: 1. i love your glasses.
2. you are beautiful.
2. you are beautiful.
on deleting emotionally charged posts
i just deleted an entire post because it was inflamatory and i’m moving away from that adjective in my life. in fact i’m washing my life of all inflammation and drama and everything tabloidesque. yes, there now. much happier.
Sometimes reality is too complex for oral communication. But legend embodies it...– alpha 60, alphaville
someone on tumblr a while ago posted something...
was it you? what was this site?
James t kirk:
A businessman arriving in Boston for a convention found that his first evening was free, and he decided to go find a good seafood restaurant that served scrod, a Massachusetts specialty. Getting into a taxi, he asked the cab driver, “Do you know where I can get scrod around here?” “Sure,” said the cabdriver. “I know a few places… but I can tell you it’s...
a new york bagel
with butter & creamcheese. HELL YES!
annakarina: Sam Cooke - Another Saturday Night ...
I keep eating and keep losing weight.
Let’s hope its a tapeworm! Or three!
to do tomorrow
return book that’s not mine watch new fringe daydream spend time with family (and friends) because those people are important. make another dark chocolate s’more eat leftovers drink more gingerbeer be as happy as i am now (thank you friends family food) listen to jimmy cliff and/or elo SLEEP IN!
sick day/laundry day
i was about to write a whole thing about being...
but then i realized how much i have to be happy about and said to myself… first world problems, kait… we can get over this.
Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quique amavit cras amet.– from “the vigil of venus”. love, like the natural world, is reborn, renewed and cyclical. “Let him love tomorrow who has never loved, and let him who has loved love tomorrow”