i am behind, oh so behind and no matter what i do i’m always playing catch-up
thumbswithhands: Neutral Milk Hotel—King of Carrot...
this weekend i went home to rochester, ma for my grandparent’s 50th. and i must say, it was the most home i’ve felt since christmas. why? because my parents (both of them were there) and we all fell right back into the normal routine. and i got to sleep in my own bed, see all of my relatives, hang out with friends, and at night i got to come home, walk in the house i grew up in, and...
yesterday i saw the ocean the fog had rolled in and the air smelled heavy of salt and rain several miles inland from the coast sailboats were ghosts from the shore and the faint sound of buoys could be heard through the mist and i felt home, more so than i have in a very long time
hipstertracks: alelie: Black Kids - Love Me...
thumbswithhands: Pink Floyd—Wish You Were Here
Toyota IQ font →
how they made a font using a car. really interesting, and you can download the font from the website too!
the ache behind the eyes was not relieved when they began to leak nor was the emptiness in the core when the lungs gasped for air instead the air passageways became clogged the skin was singed by salt and a rattle could be heard from deep in the chest all there was was an empty shell overflowing with saline and mucus a disgusting mess of depression
i just want to go home
where ever that may be
i am a workaholic
this is something that i’ve always known about myself to a small degree. coworkers at whatever job i worked at would joke about it and i would find it hard to deny. but now i really see it. right now, i’m working two jobs. i eat, sleep, drive and work. this is how i pass my days. and when i’m at work i throw myself completely into the job. making a decision because life or...
random stab at poorly written poetry
midsummer, cool night, lonely. she sat on the front steps staring at her fingernails. the split edges and the crescents of dirt caught under the free edge. dirty. these were the nails of a child. the hands of an adult. the mind of someone caught in between the two. soft hum of cicadas a single porch light a girl staring at her fingernails judging herself with...
working at pac
at work, as a way to amuse ourselves and make ourselves better greeters, we play a bit of a silly game. the goal is to come up with a greeting that the other person has to say. such as: salutations! what’s popping? how’s it shakin’? welcome and howdy-do! what ones can you think of?
i discovered that i’m allergic to pineapple -extreme sadness and swollen tongue-
50 things guys don't know about girls
thebluepeninsula: This is about 500% accurate. Bolding my favorites. brittaany: 1. Girls hate it when guys say perverted things. 2. Girls like to be told that they’re beautiful, rather than hot, pretty, cute, or sexy. It just gives more meaning. 3. Girls love to feel special, even though they might not show it. 4. Girls talk about EVERYTHING with their girlfriends. So that means, you’re...
thumbswithhands: Explosions in the Sky—First...
my sister texted me that i had to babysit at 9 am. i had worked a double, so i fell asleep much faster than expected.
Niki: hey rae, its 12:30.
Me: wwwhat! why didn't you wake me up?! you told me i had to babysit at 9! i'm so late!
Niki: rae, it's 12:30 - at night.
Me: Oh.... then leave me alone.
clearly, i have not fallen asleep before midnight in a very long time.