“these violent delights have violent ends
and in their triumph die, like fire and powder”
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do you ever just stop and think
Dean pulled himself out of his grave without any help
like
he trashed the coffin he was in and clawed his way back to the surface
like
what a BAMF is he?
Guess who did that first?
And on second thoughts… guess who did that TWICE?
Buffy is a double BAMF. ;)
Not gonna lie, I want a Buffy meets Dean AU, where she is just too badass for Dean to deal with coherently.
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“How are you?”
“I’ve been crying a lot about Onion articles.”
“Me too.”
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Life is about doing things that don’t suck with people who don’t suck.
—John Green (via makeabrandnewstartofit)
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#a hero that’s able to remain almost painfully human through it all#who fights and fights #and breaks herself over and over during the process #while most of her friends just stand there #always expecting #pushing #when really #sometimes she can’t patch everything up #sometimes she’s just human #and that makes me love her even more
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So much lust for the Folio Society edition of His Dark Materials by Phillip Pullman. Illustrated by Peter Bailey
(via wordpainting)
I miss New York so much right now. I miss the city and the summer. I miss the clarity that comes from doing exactly what you want, in the place you want to do it. I miss the freedom. I miss the heat and passion. I miss the sounds at night and the feeling of the pavement. I miss feeling like I was a part of it, and I miss knowing, in my heart, without a doubt that one day I would be going back for longer than a few fleeting summer weeks.
my new song, this time with lyrics.
thanks to Andrew Geha for recording it and sharing with us.
quickie audio cleanup via sean francis (@indeciSEAN).
more about it HERE on my blog.THE THING ABOUT THINGS.
i’ve loaned a lot of things to a lot of friends
like dresses and records and books
and some of the time i never see them again
and in a weird way i think that it works
because the thing about things is they start turning evil
when you start to forget what they’re for
and so if you’re not sure what you did with my bathing suit
i’ll just try to love you a little bit more
i had a ring it belonged to my grandfather
he was a mason
and gay
and he was distant and bitter for all of my childhood
and we never had much to say
he wasn’t the type to give tokens of affection
and so i stole ring when he died
and twenty years later when i lost it at a bar
i thought
that’s fine
I DIDN’T WANT HIM IN MY LIFE
the thing about things is that they can start meaning things
nobody actually said
and if he couldn’t make the ring mean something for me
i had to make up what it meant
i can carry everything i need in one collapsing suitcase
i can carry everyone i love in one phone application
built to optimize the facetime with the ties i’m bent on making
actually i want to be alone
to mourn the loss
of what this cost
i collected you but now you are all lost
i think it’s a poem and i think it keeps going
i’ve borrowed and lost lots of things
3 nights ago in the bar where i lost it a bartender gave me the ring
and i lie in bed
with my phone in my hand
thinking
what can i fix with an app
and i call my grandfather
and he doesn’t answer
and i have to make peace with that fact
because the thing about things
is that they can start looking
like kindnesses nobody said
and if you’re not allowed to love people alive
then you learn how to love people dead
because the thing about things is that they can start looking
like kindnesses nobody said
and if you’re not allowed
to love people alive
then you learn how to love people dead
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