"what music do you like?" is such a stressful question like what do you want to know??? genres?? artists?? albums??? time periods?? 25 most played?? what i’m currently listening to??? what i listen to at different times of the day?? be more specific??????
I played this at 4 in the morning expecting it to be Baby so I could annoy my cousin and I think I woke up everyone I was laughing so loud and my cousin was yelling at me to turn it off bc it was creeping her out.
"I’ve stopped my dreaming, I won’t do too much scheming These days, these days. These days I sit on corner stones And count the time in quarter turns to ten. Please don’t confront me with my failures, I had not forgotten them.”
it is the worry, beloved, and that is how you will know
that you love him.
dearly beloved, mothers will tell you that it never
ceases, that in the seat of cars you will feel
as if you are perched in a dragon’s jaws,
that curled up on your couch you will experience dread
like an incoming tidal wave while you are an abandoned sandcastle:
beloved, it will be because he is currently speeding home
in the rain or the dark or even perfect weather conditions
and instead of worrying about your own well-being, you
will suddenly picture him ripped from your fingers
like a bullethole through the tapestry you have woven around
his body and it will curl like sleeping lions around your heart
until you hear he is safely home: the worry, love, that
is what will keep you up into the late hours of nights
you should be sleeping soundly.
and you will hate yourself for making your whole future shaped
in a boy’s bones when you have always been a smarter girl
than to think one person could be your grace and your gravity
just the same – but the worry, beloved, the worry will find you
when you are sorting through christmas cards and folding
laundry, it will sneak up in the early moments of the
morning, it will hit you in the back seat while his hands
rest on the inside of your thigh
and you will realize you love him like how divers love
deep breathing, you will realize that you have accidently
become a plant photosynthesizing and he is your sun and
when you stare at his profile you will worry, love, because
even though he is right next to you and in no danger at
all, you will worry that his heart is still hurtling ahead of any
place you can get.
you will read the wrinkles in his eyes as if he was a timepiece
and you were a watchmaker, as if he was marble and
you were a sculptor, as if you were a little girl with her hair
in a mess around her shoulders watching the boy she loves
ricochet away from her, his body coming in lightning contact
with her bones but only touching her heart
in the accident of whiplash –
the worry, love, the worry will feel like you are trying to
catch sand as it falls from your fingertips. the worry will
feel as if you have been made out of thin paper instead of thick skin and you are being torn open, the worry will be
that he cannot possibly love you
in the same way that you love him.
intentionally mix up zelda and link mispronounce “anime” refer to anime as “japanese kids cartoons” pronounce pokemon as pokey-mon respond to everything they say with “oh yeah my baby brother likes that!”
“According to a study from the University of Washington, the rift between healthy grub and junk food is wider than it’s ever been. Researchers were able to buy 2,000 calories of junk food for $3.52 — that’s an entire day’s caloric intake — where nutritious foods cost them a whopping $36 for the same 2,000 calories.”—
I love (read: hate) how it’s not really real when people who live this reality are shouting up and down that this is how it is, this is the truth, this is the world out there and everyone’s still passing around that ridiculous as hell “you can buy healthy foods for cheap” infographic that must’ve been made in 1970 because fuck it doesn’t even touch what real prices are here in 2013. It’s just people talking, it’s just “anecdata” which is a word people use to say “your life experience isn’t scientific enough to count”.
But when the U of Washington or the U of AnyFuckingThing does a fucking study, oh well, then it’s very real. When people who probably don’t have to live this reality go in and come up with some numbers, oh well, then it’s data. Then it’s gospel fucking truth. Then we can recognize a problem. Probably not do anything about it because, let’s face it, the system is doing what it was designed to do. Punish and starve out those already made most vulnerable economically or in other ways.
But we’ll have a study that documents that it was really real because the U of Washington fucking DISCOVERED it. And all those people who were practically shouting the walls down about it? Magically they evaporate and were never there.