February 2012
4 posts
“If you like a whole bunch of things and I like a whole bunch of things, maybe...”
– I Wrote This For You (via ifandwhenwerise)
My parents with technology:
tyleroakley:
ACCURATE.
January 2012
3 posts
Just Having Fun: I love to buy music. →
chriskuffner:
elliotjacobson:
I love buying music. Always have, always will. iTunes, a local CD exchange, whatever. It’s not just about going in and getting what I’m looking for. It’s about stumbling upon other music in the process. Impulsive music purchases have always turned out beneficial to me. I…
i think it’s important that you spend money on music that you like and listen to. if you...
November 2011
1 post
October 2011
5 posts
September 2011
2 posts
But first, a quick anecdote. Last night I had grand plans to go to Brooklyn with a non NYU friend of mine. We had made these plans two weeks ago, and I was really looking forward to a night away from my college friends because, I’ll be honest, the college drinking scene is getting really old. Anyways, my friend got sick and had to bail. It happens, and it’s not his fault, but I was bummed. I...
3:31 PM, Monday, September 12, 2011
It was a beautiful New York day. Walking through the park I reminded myself that I didn’t miss home so much. New York trees are the same as nowhere trees, and water still flowed downhill. New York had more to it than home did anyway. There was a man and a woman, passionately kissing on the rim of the fountain. There was a young man playing piano for money, making eye contact with everyone who...
July 2011
3 posts
“if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it....”
– So you want to be a writer - Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
April 2011
3 posts
March 2011
1 post
February 2011
3 posts
“how can i keep you here forever, when i can’t even keep myself together, i don’t know anything i don’t know i don’t know anything at all”
-nobody’s watching, ian axel
Sitting alone in my parents lakeside cottage, i’m downing my third glass of wine. Pacing myself no longer matters, my parents went to bed hours ago. It’s an unnatural pink...
January 2011
2 posts
December 2010
2 posts
“I remember the first time I noticed my parents were coming back. I calmly set...”
– anyone want to read my zombie apocalypse piece?
just found out i got accepted to NYU.
my dad waited up for me. gave me a big hug. told me he was proud.
woke my mom up. she shot up when i told her. told me she was proud.
hugged them goodnight and went back downstairs.
told my siblings. told my friends.
started crying.
don’t care if this sounds vain: i’ve never been so proud of myself.
October 2010
2 posts
September 2010
1 post
just came back from my best friends brother’s funeral. never cried so much in my life. i didn’t even know the kid.
go tell your family you love them.
May 2010
1 post
“I would come back from fourteen hours on the river and Marc would be like ‘Where were you guys?’. I would look at him and be like ‘Marc! We were training!’ and he would look at me with a tear in his eye because he would be so damn proud. ‘But where are the rafts?’ he would ask. And i would say ‘Rafts? Fuck that Marc, I made them swim every...
April 2010
2 posts
right now, i can best be described as shredded.
in happier news: i love that my older brother still doesn’t think he’s too cool to buy me ice cream in front of all my friends.
“mom was like ‘is this going to be a big drinking weekend for you’....”
– my sister is taking me to bamboozle. she is so boss.
March 2010
5 posts
You Have My Sword.
I Wrote This For You is thought to be the long running teaser campaign for a movie and musical collaboration, of the same name, by Tim Burton, Neil Gaiman, Amanda Palmer, Maynard James Keenan and Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails. Operating under the pseudonym “Iain Thomas” as well as occasionally “Jon Ellis” as “The Photographer” there are numerous patterns and secret messages strewn throughout...
my house is just stocked with granola.
is this christmas?
methinks yes.
why do i still have energy?
i’ve spent the past two days preparing this damn presentation/paper/powerpoint/handout/piece of shit for my language and composition class. this grade will essentially make or break my GPA as i know it. and i’m surfing the web. again. and again. no desire to sleep for once. no desire to finish. this night could go on forever for all i care. i’ll just keep sitting here wasting...
February 2010
1 post
December 2009
2 posts
i was better off alone,
until you made me better off with you.
thanks.
and somehow this is all my fault.
October 2009
1 post
color me cryptic
this settles it. call it desperate. call it lonely. but i have something to say.
and i’m not entirely sure i want anyone to listen.
if you’ve found this, its a mistake.
“i’m sorry, you have the wrong number.”