I talked to the man, and he said maybe we are the whole universe personified, and that we are all looking at one another and trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
Every moment of self-doubt, every moment of love and contentedness. This is just everything there is and has been trying to be itself.
We are the cars that sort of drive the universe around to open houses, and wait for it to say “Nope, not this one.. It just doesn’t feel right” And so we drive on..
greatest songs of all time
lauryn hill killing me softly
butthole surfers pepper
chris isaak wicked game
beyonce single ladies
prince when doves cry
manson beautiful people
rihanna only girl in the world or we found love (or take care/ whats my name)
outkast b.o.b… hey…
Best of 2013 | listen
01. Arcade Fire - Afterlife | 02. Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know 03. Vampire Weekend - Diane Young | 04. Albert Hammond Jr. - St Justice | 05. Franz Ferdinand - Evil Eye | 06. Babyshambles - Picture Me In A Hospital | 07. The Vaccines - Melody Calling | 08. Haim - Falling | 09. The Strokes - Welcome to Japan | 10. Phoenix - The Real Thing | 11. Cage the Elephant - Halo | 12. MGMT - Introspection | 13. Milky Chance - Stolen Dance | 14. Pond - Midnight Mass | 15. Foals - My Number | 16. Portugal. The Man - Creep in a T-Shirt | 17. Jake Bugg - Change in the Air | 18. Swim Deep - She Changes the Weather | 19. 30 Seconds to Mars - Up In The Air
I wonder if he’s just totally insane, or he really thinks the bus is coming?
I think I’ve found it. The reason the internet exists..
Correct grammar while using Facebook chat is apparently a faux pas.
What do I want? I’ve already deleted and rewritten this sentence 5 times.
I want myself to know what I want and always be on the edge of having it. It’s nice to have that feeling. It’s the very human feeling of being so damn close to something that you very much want. It feels good. Exciting.
Complete boredom feels to me the opposite of this feeling. It’s the not having anything on that verge of having something. Obviously this feels very materialistic, but, the things you want very materialistically often seem to me un-materialistic in a strange emotional sense. I want a fake bear fur coat I saw on a TV show. I don’t know why. I just do, maybe I like the feeling of wanting that because i can stay on the verge of having something. Do I really want a bear fur coat? Who the fuck knows…