all I want in ever (just now) is to be some place with fairy lights and boys wearing Morrissey, where they serve the Cure and we can dance and love and create awesome things. and then, to go home and get some sleep.
October 2011
54 posts
Hello
Martin Solveig & Dragonette
what it’s like in my mind.
failing so hard just now: let’s all dance.
(Martin Solveig & Dragonette - Hello)
soul control
nathania: excuse me, sir. you do know that it’s illegal to stand still while James Brown is playing?
standing dude: no it’s not …
nathania: yes. yes, it is.
absolute truth.
there's a liar on the altar
stained glass windows keep the cold outside while the hypocrites hide inside …
‘Economic injustices, including ”the hoarding of goods on a great scale”, may create “a climate of growing hostility and even violence, and ultimately undermine the very foundations of democratic institutions”.’
(from Vatican documents, apparently in support of Occupy protests)
… not for one race, one creed, one world; but for money. effective. absurd.[Public Image, Ltd. - ‘Religion I’]
Love Minus Zero/No Limit
Bob Dylan
love minus zero / no limit
there is my soul in here
halloween, sorted
so my idea began with green knicker shorts … and ended with Link’s made-up, glittercore, pimp/superhero daughter.
Turn it Up
Robots in Disguise
what it’s like in my mind
would: heal the people / fix the world / be okay
will: crawl into the speakers / turn up the volume
Some Kind Of Nature (Ft. Lou Reed)
Gorillaz
best awful song I know.
NO! actually, THIS.
✌ dance or death ✌ →
mediafire.com
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH
a wonderful/revolting pop-dance catastrophe for one of my favourite ladies.
you lot! get dancing!!
stuck in that place where she’d look at her feet and pull all the shapes, because she wants everyone to be happy. but the DJ is some dick truck driver they found in the restroom. and there’s not much left. hardly much left.
she’s an isolating kind of intensity. and it’s not like she could’ve healed them all anyway. so she breaks her soul.
all anyone can do is love.
love hunt // love hard
me: so even if boys do exist … what do I say to them?
jessie: sexy things.
inertia
just when I thought I had climaxed as a failure … diet coke all over my laptop.
lost three hours of this edit, and now my keyboard doesn’t work. composure is frayed, crumbling. I suppose I’ll be in the library tomorrow, if anyone’s around campus to be distracting?
I don’t even like diet coke.
