December 2008
Hey you.
Happy festivus.
Sincerely yours, IfLondonBurns
Festivus is coming...
Get the pole!
Uh yeah
So my parents got me sheepskin slippers with wool insides for Christmas. Umm, not cool.
So, y’know, that song called “Electric Feel” by that group called MGMT. That song makes me want to dance and get funky and such.
How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
– Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via willmccloud)
I LOVE VONNEGUT
If writers wrote as carelessly as some people talk, then adhasdh asdglaseuyt[bn[...
– Lemony Snicket (via hello-therelove)
Question.
Do all parental figures try to hinder their child’s dreams of transcending the average human life and potentially doing something great?
Are they so afraid of seeing their son failing that they won’t let him even try?
Nobody great ever lived the standard conformal life.
If you look into your own heart, and you find nothing wrong there, what is there...
– Confucius (via thresca)
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
– Robert Frost (via randominternet)
“Mirror mirror, on the wall, tell me where the bones will fall.”
-Arcade Fire, “Black Mirror”
With all due respect, Mr. President,
FUCK YOU.
I have no desire to do anything or talk to anyone.
acewepeel:
I’ve been like this since Thanksgiving.
Yeah it’s called seasonal depression, lots of people get it and it sucks. The cure, at least for me, is to put on some nice jazzy Christmas music and make lists of what I’m going to get/make for friends and family. And think about the weekend. And art. And music.
Realization
How many of us realize that at any second of any hour of any day, someone full of hate could drop a bomb on us that would obliterate the entire country? One second we’d be watching television, and the next second there would be nothing. We would no longer be. It’s that simple. (And it scares the hell out of me.)
-This one’s optimistic.
-You and your cronies.
-We’ve got a time bomb.
[which one does not belong?]
The reward for conformity was that everyone liked you except yourself.
– Rita Mae Brown (via thresca)
My body is a cage...
That keeps me from dancing with the one I love But my mind holds the key.
Come on Alex, you can do it. Come on Alex, there's...
acewepeel:
I keep repeating these Arcade Fire lyrics to myself as I study for my Finance final tomorrow. I can do it. There’s nothing to it.
love Arcade Fire.
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.
snapsnapgringrin:
iflondonburns:
WTF? No “In Rainbows”???
that was november 07, foo’.
The actual album for purchase was released January 1st, 2008. They had it out for free before that, but technically it’s ‘08. It’s one of the top contenders for Album Of The Year, and “House Of Cards” is for Rock Song Of The Year at the 51st Grammy Awards this year.
We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art, because we...
– (via littlemiss) (via srsly) (via breathsoftruth) (via lovebot) (via overflowing) (via unlonely)
top5album08
snapsnapgringrin:
(if steve can make one, why can’t i?) note: you’re better off just checking out the albums for yourself; it’s not like i can condense them into a few sentences.
5. dodos - visiter nail: hit on head. drumstomelody guitartorhythm. like vampire weekend, but way better.
4. sigur rós - með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust consider locking yourself in your room for the entire day...
I, on the other hand, favor winter over summer. The cold makes you appreciate warmth. On a zero degree day, a cappuccino is about the best thing in the world. (Especially after a good long exhilarating 10k of ski trail!) And buying gifts for loved ones at MOA is a fantastic feeling.
“The chill of winter is warmed by friends.”
In the days to come:
Good: Starting job at Papa Murphy’s = having money to buy people gifts this year. Bad: School and such. Good: Skiing. Bad: Children are starving to death as I type this. Good: Starbucks with an old friend on wednesday. Bad: Can’t think of anything else to call good or bad. Good: I’m ending on a good note.
Bye.
I’m an idealist. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way.
– Carl Sandburg (via thresca)
You think it’s alright.