thecityisarisingtide asked: i guess that cunt gettin' eaten.
I just read an essay breaking the 212 lyrics down and it was magical. Each line was either a double entendre where she explains her feminine dominance over a male-driven career, or references to the Harlem Renaissance and Ol’ Dirty Bastard songs. I am in love with her.
To beg for something is to leave everything behind. It is the same as skipping flowers or waving stop signs; it’s the meaning that counts. I hold my breath, sigh, and exhale again at the sound of your voice. Who is stopping me from enjoying your words, slander be it, or truth perhaps. They told me to leave you behind, towards the shadows that the trees made in the background, between sunsets and moon rises. Let me count your freckles and skinned knees and mispronounced words, because, in my mind, I love every one of them.
chelseameetsworld asked: I can't promise consential loving to your cat, but I can promise forceful hugging and screaming " don't leave me I love you."
That’s pretty much what I do all the time. I really think she sticks around because I feed her. That tricky little cat.
Today, the sun comes through my window, setting my sheets on fire, through my crooked blinds.
the hobbit by ~s-u-w-i
OZIJGOIJGOIZJRPOUTIJVKJJJKSMNVIHR4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YES. THIS SOUNDS LIKE A BRILLIANT IDEA. Hopefully Olive will think it is too.
Lazy day with a cat that hates me.
The Men in the Jungle
I’m a sucker for old, science fiction book covers.
(Source: Flickr / pulpcrush)
Fiya Wata- Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
This is my favorite song from their new album so far. I love the direction they went with their music, towards mid-seventies gospel feel. This song is a prime example of how they used more of Jade’s powerful voice in their album.
Nick’s birthday party was awesome and yeah and that volcano cake thing was also rad.
