photo
how do your arms know to feel sad??
A quick and (sometimes) easy test for any and all moments of self-doubt:
Who are you in this picture?
(via artfood)
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
….that reminds me of this song, “Firefly” by Don Peris, which I listened to at 13 in the same way that I listen to “Walk in the Park” at 21. Maybe it’s just that they share an identical little back-and-forth guitar riff, which called up “Firefly” from a long unopened safe in my memory, but I can’t shake the feeling that they seem like the same song with variations built for their respective eras of my growing up.
Walk in the Park - Beach House
This is a song…
I made this video in Paris in April. Only in April and it feels very old. I don’t live in that room anymore, and I don’t remember most any chords on the ukulele anymore. I was gifted my ukulele on March 17th and an anonymous Parisian ambulance drove it away on June 2nd. That’s exactly 11 weeks, which is 21.1% of a year.
I haven’t slept in my own bed in Chicago since March 23rd. It is now August 10th. That’s exactly 20 weeks, which is 38.4% of a year.
I have started to feel such a longing for a home that I think I have let Rochester become my home. Every time I go somewhere, this is where I come back to. I suppose this is still technically not my bed though, because I own 0% of it.
In less than three weeks (<5%) I will be back in Chicago, but I still won’t have a ukulele and I still won’t be staying. In the meantime, now that I’ve done all the math, I guess I can forget about it.
Penguin Books: Presenting six of our favourite British novels, including The Accidental and High Fidelity, with new covers specially designed by some of the world’s leading tattoo artists.
this is pretty neat and also makes me wonder why tattoos look like they do
switcheroo
friends swap clothes
