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Good ol’ Americana (at G.A.R. Hall)

Sat, 18 May 2013 19:54:06 -0400

Good ol’ Americana (at G.A.R. Hall)

“Mista Kennedy? It’s Marilyn.”

Fri, 17 May 2013 22:09:11 -0400

“Mista Kennedy? It’s Marilyn.”

Gäetan Henrioux

Thu, 16 May 2013 15:34:28 -0400

Gäetan Henrioux

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Tue, 14 May 2013 15:04:46 -0400

robin kavanagh

Tue, 14 May 2013 14:33:03 -0400

robin kavanagh

I guess I should take Prozac, right, and just smile all night at...

Mon, 13 May 2013 17:51:29 -0400

I guess I should take Prozac, right, and just smile all night at somebody new,Somebody not too bright but sweet and kind who would try to get you off my mind.

A-1 tells tales of violence in the summer over Ryan...

Sat, 11 May 2013 19:41:40 -0400

A-1 tells tales of violence in the summer over Ryan Hemsworth’s remix of Lana Del Rey’s song “Summertime Sadness”.

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Sat, 11 May 2013 19:05:11 -0400

"So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t..."

Sat, 11 May 2013 14:08:08 -0400

“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do.”

- Dead Poets Society

I don’t want to be less scared of the world when you’re here, but it’s true, I am....

Sat, 11 May 2013 13:57:31 -0400

I don’t want to be less scared of the world when you’re here, but it’s true, I am. You make it easier to exist. You don’t look straight through me. Your stare stops somewhere between my ribs and my spine, somewhere solid and chaotic, the part of me that even I cannot understand fully. I am separate and full-enough as a singular noun, though there are at least a dozen people I could be upon waking each morning. I exist as a separate entity, and yet I long to have a piece of you too. Not to own, but to pet. To press to myself in efforts to retain some of what makes you such an essential piece of my life. Like a sponge. You are old-fashioned and set in ways that change week to week. I have grown accustomed to your haunted ways. You have taught me to say no to myself. Ascetic pleasure of impleasure. You do not need me and I do not fear it. It is to be wanted and for mutual respect to be reciprocated, not misunderstood for love. What this is, is friendship in it’s shiny youth, or else the unsticking of an envelope ever-so-slowly with the tip of our fingernails. Inside is the most brilliantly written goodbye or hello. We’re not sure yet, although for the most part, we pretend not to think of the future. And that’s okay. The indecisiveness of it all is the best foreplay I have ever had. The most prolonged sensation of pleasure and pain I have yet experienced. The reason I am strong, if I really think about it, is because I allow myself to experience people and relations like this. They stretch me to great lengths and force me to make decisions that decide whether things will crumble a bit, build a new meaning, or just keep up maintenance. It takes a lot more to be impressed these days, but also a lot more to hurt me in the deepest part. I can feel more, the void increases and the emptiness dissolves a little. Does that make sense? Two nights ago, you asked me if I really even wanted you. I said, “Yes, of course I want you. Why do you ask me things like this?” You said it was your mother, that she never really made it obvious if she cared for you. You said that maybe that’s why you don’t believe that you can really care or be cared about. I told you, “I don’t let on that I care or how much I care about you, for your benefit. You seem afraid of it when I let it overwhelm me, so I stay quiet about it and show it in simple ways. I make your bed or ask you to make coffee.” Things like that. My intentions are good. We can pull a James Joyce sometime, I’d be alright with that. I’d just be alright with coming to your shows with you. The neon lights are not for us, but they are. Sometimes. Just focus on you and I’ll support you. My compassion hurts me. It is violent. I don’t know. I feel like a child. I love you so much.

"The saddest word in English: Stay."

Sat, 11 May 2013 13:24:52 -0400

“The saddest word in English: Stay.”

"WHERE DID YOU FIND HER? AMONG THE NEON LIGHTS. SHE SAID "THE NEON OF THE RIVER WILL LIGHT MY WAY."

Sat, 11 May 2013 13:22:23 -0400

We are incredibly alone. So incredibly alone at any and every second, though we fill our lives to...

Sat, 11 May 2013 13:20:05 -0400

We are incredibly alone. So incredibly alone at any and every second, though we fill our lives to the brim with excessive stimuli or just enough for us to have room to breathe. It frustrates me that individuals tie themselves to places, people, and things, essentially becoming passive collectors. Little bits of the world and society sitting on shelves, rotting in plastic bags in the refrigerator crisper drawer, lying in beds for a season. Allow yourself to have access to a landscape of feeling, rather than maintaining a timeline, some companion length of emotion you understand and have felt for some time now. Why would you want to know how you’ll react to situations you’ll experience? The fun is in being human and partaking in mixing the colours available to paint a situation with. There is some brilliant fear in not knowing how something will feel. This is why we go out of our way to experience new sights and tastes with our senses. But what about the immense importance of sensation of the mind? For instance, of having a mania far too great to frame into a smile so instead, beating your fists against the wall or, dragging your knuckles too hard on the hip-high retaining wall that lines the sidewalk on the way home? Recently, feeling so incredibly bored that my pessimism dissolved into a thin layer of hate upon my words and glazed my eyes, sitting on a wooden bench moist from afternoon rains, I drug my thumb against the grain and purposely gave myself a splinter so I would have something to do with my hands upon re-entering the bar in the wee hours of the morning. It’s like that. It’s like watching a pair of lovers who have been together for five years, begininning at sixteen. How respectable, the honesty and consistency with which they maintain their title. It makes you wonder if they ever want some out, though. Some reason to feel too much or feel something their partner cannot give them. It is no fault of either, but it is a stubborn truth, that no one person can give you all you need and desire. It is equally as true that by compromise and understanding, love means more and partnership betters both partners by stretching their understanding themselves, their needs, and the importance of their external hobbies. In compromise you can find your salvation or starve yourself into a tool, a mode of action to another.

sup, obsessed with this song.

Fri, 10 May 2013 22:32:55 -0400

sup, obsessed with this song.

gemmacorrell: Various prints (and other things) from my show in...

Sun, 05 May 2013 13:42:46 -0400

gemmacorrell:

Various prints (and other things) from my show in Toronto, “The Mr Pickles Fan Club” are now available for sale at MAGIC PONY.

GOOD LORD

the masochistic self pity of smoking

Sun, 05 May 2013 13:41:02 -0400

the masochistic self pity of smoking

Home girl. This is so perfect.

Sun, 05 May 2013 13:38:44 -0400

Home girl. This is so perfect.

tousledbirdmadgirl: sanguinesiren: life lately Gpoy. GPOY

Wed, 01 May 2013 18:54:24 -0400

tousledbirdmadgirl:

sanguinesiren:

life lately

Gpoy.

GPOY

http://open.spotify.com/track/7ahRRreLutykgPsjyZi04o

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 11:11:13 -0400

@unicefksu, I couldn’t be more proud of everyone’s...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 09:37:10 -0400

@unicefksu, I couldn’t be more proud of everyone’s solid support and dedication to making #mileforchange a worthwhile fundraiser. We raised over $500 for refugee children in #Syria. To me, this is one of the more beautiful things I have heard about this week. We are one of the top 35 groups in the country.