saturday.

my room is disgusting.

literally. disgusting.


i've been awake since seven this morning.
and when i woke up i thought, "i have to pee"
and after that extraordinary event i assumed it would be best to clean my room.


but instead i climbed back into bed and read hyperbole and a half for about two hours.

i have never felt so close to my age.

5

(i'm sick of wishing)

moth's wings

"Dear friend, as you know
Your flowers are withering,
Your mother's gone insane,
Your leaves have drifted away,
But the clouds are clearing up,
And I've come reveling,
Burning incandescently,
Like a bastard on the burning sea.
You're just like your father,
Buried deep under the water.
You're resting on your laurels
And stepping on my toes."


she bears great comparison to man's best friend when described in one hundred eighty words or less.

from heartbreak breeds creation

So much beauty for one song.
So much beauty for one day.

"I know you’re a serious lady
Living off a teacup full of cherries

Take a bath and get high through an apple
Wanted to cry but you can’t when you’re laughin’

You’re so far around the bend

I’ll run through a thousand parties
I’ve run through a million bars

You’ve been humming in a daze forever
Praying for Pavement to get back together

Nobody knows where you are living
Nobody knows where you are"

The National-"So Far Around The Bend"

It's odd to watch others go through the phases you went through already.

j'taime

adorable weddings.

children's books.

her.

him.

everything about this picture.