février 2011
107 billets
Time To Pretend | MGMT
“I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.”
janvier 2011
192 billets
People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. ‘For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.’
If you didn’t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you’d seen.
They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be OK? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.’
So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, ‘The creature is regenerating itself.
” —George Carlin (via theunknownwords)I once had a dream that my world was bigger than these four walls.
I like when my parents tell me about what I was like as a kid.
Because honestly, I like that person a lot better than the person I am now. I’d like to think of the child-me as the raw, unrefined and uncorrupted version of myself. I’d like to think of the child-me as a truer glimpse at my soul…
…Before society came along and fucked it up.
Sick Muse | Metric
The XX - Heart Skipped a Beat
Taylor talked to me today. & his hair was all perfect and swooshy off to the side and he was wearing a cardigan and avjoikm:cnvoaivmpHNNNGG.
He is also friends with this adorable guy with an Italian sense of style, whom I used to see often in the library. That one’s name is David; he’s an aerospace engineer major.
They are both so intelligent and I couldn’t think of anything to say because I was all flustered and etc. so I sat there stuttering and sounding awkward and feeling inadequate. But it’s okay, because he talked to me today.