The introverted nature of my being fights the id inside my curious eyes.
Lets try what that one youtube video said to try. No IP.
Esa mujer nunca te amó, esa mujer siempre te engañó y se burlaba de ti cuantas veces quería y te besaba, fingiéndote querer.
Over and over and over and over.
(Source: Spotify!)
And wonder why.
(Source: Spotify!)
Fascination ends.
(Source: Spotify!)
Gotta love busting out in song, in the middle of a long work day. And having your co-workers join you.
Should I be considered a Hipster? I’m not even sure, it’s one of those conundrums that everyone denies and tries to say they’re not, but when you agree that you are a hipster, you automatically stop being one?
I like vinyl, art-house films, abstract art, ironic statements.
I dislike pbr, glasses, scarfs, and gauges.
A list of things I like, that should be a fun list to write. Next post!
Have that affinity for the clean and space saving things.
Love metal spice racks.
I enjoy cooking more than I should. Maybe that’s why I got to big in the waste, trying so much varieties of food.
I would love to cook for you.
Led and Jack.
This is what today will be about.
Something about red lipstick.
It’s like a tractor beam that pulls me in and negates all my introvertness.
(Source: christinelle7)
Need more coats!
(Source: aleksandarkidd)
I think my car, is probably my most stable home.
It’s sort of fantastic. How many hours, places, memories have been through the ramblings and journeys through my first to last car.
Probably not as much as some other people. But I appreciate the freedom and privacy
“That is perverse. Don’t tell anyone you don’t own fucking Blonde on Blonde”
It was one of those right moments. She had left me, and “Temporary Like Achilles” came on, followed, serendipitously, by “4th Time Around,” and it just clicked. Something beyond was talking. I hadn’t realized what was playing. I hadn’t really payed much attention to this album besides it’s opening cut, however, when those two songs played. At the right time and the right place, it was magic.
The cold air was coming through the small crack in my window. I was half-way through Winters California, through the mountains, the dark and the fog. The shadows.
Great moments are best had when it’s just a random coincidence.
The Band - “I Shall Be Released” [1968]
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Week of Finals! No more posts till it’s all over!
