Skeletons - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Wake up, my little darlings. There’s trouble to be found today.
“You seem like a smart, funny, and charming lady on the internet, so I have no doubt those qualities are evident in real life too.”
Evidence that my NuvaRing hormones are making me crazy: someone said this to me after I turned a Hairpin thread into my own private foreveralone therapy session and I teared up.
Despite the opening line of the first song, this will not cheer you up.
Tracklisting:
- Radio Cure, Wilco
- Night Light, The Mountain Goats
- Every Single Night, Fiona Apple
- A Better Son/Daughter, Rilo Kiley
- The Greatest, Cat Power
- Between the Bars, Elliott Smith
- You Know What I Mean, Cults
- Either Way, Wilco
- Too Little Too Late, Metric
- The Good That Won’t Come Out, Rilo Kiley
“Something funny happens to people who are lonely. The lonelier they get, the less adept they become at navigating social currents. Loneliness grows around them, like mold or fur, a prophylactic that inhibits contact, no matter how badly contact is desired. Loneliness is accretive, extending and perpetuating itself. Once it becomes impacted, it isn’t easy to dislodge. When I think of its advance, an anchoress’s cell comes to mind, as does the exoskeleton of a gastropod.”
Me, myself and I, Olivia Laing
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in-fi-ni:
e. e. cummings, “[i like my body when it is with your]”
#I WOULD HAVE BANGED E.E. CUMMINGS SO FAST IS THE THING
yeah i would’ve too
THIS FUCKER THO
i mean i would not say no, but let’s be real … it’s all because of this fucking poem
i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling firm-smooth ness and which i willagain and again and againkiss
i like anyone’s body when it is with this poem is the truth here. ANYONE’S](http://25.media.tumblr.com/839f9355cc834ba338b1af3b1aa3bf7c/tumblr_mlsfe5cF5W1qc2mclo1_500.jpg)
e. e. cummings, “[i like my body when it is with your]”
#I WOULD HAVE BANGED E.E. CUMMINGS SO FAST IS THE THING
yeah i would’ve too
THIS FUCKER THO
i mean i would not say no, but let’s be real … it’s all because of this fucking poem
i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss
i like anyone’s body when it is with this poem is the truth here. ANYONE’S
(Source: proustitute)
“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”
David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King (via commovente)
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