I want every piece of me to crash into every piece of you,
I swear to god that’s how they make stars.

(via fistsfullofhate)

(Source: loveless-people)

hawtblawger:

tall boys with dark hair and shy smiles who smell good and have great tastes in music are very important ok


(Source: kpfun)

184 plays Objects in Space La Dispute The Rooms of the House

thomasdavenport:

Yesterday alone I laid everything out on the carpet
Books, kitchen things, objects 
With specific purpose or none
Arranged them sideways in a grid
On the floor there, unmoored
Out of context and then considered it
First the whole picture, then everything individually
Humming along at the deadest pace imaginable
One object, then another, and then the next
And I wondered what they meant there
If they meant anything still

Found notes,
Camping supplies,
A book you bought in the desert,
'Identifying Wildflowers'.
Pictures from vacations,
From parties,

Kitschy gifts we bought from rest stops
On that road trip out West
Objects,
Everything itself
And then memory

All of it laid out there
In the dining room
The living room
The hallway, and the basement, and the kitchen
From that room we called the office
But never used
In the bathroom
Everything laid out there on the floor
On the carpet, out of context

And I sat there for hours

Today I moved everything from the floor
To the table in the dining room
Placed each thing carefully without reason 
Or at least without one I understood or could describe
There, on the table, together and when I was done
I stepped back I realized what I had made
Keepsakes, pictures, letters 
Ordinary objects all collected there

A memorial

And I thought of ones on highways or set by gravestones
All the things you see there but don’t understand 
But still bring a remembered thing back vividly
Invoke someone’s reality when there together 
In that place in that way out of context
And I knew I had to take it down 
Before anybody else saw
Tomorrow I plan to put them all somewhere
Those things
In boxes
Side of the road
Attic maybe
All these things that push and pull me through history
To places I once was, places I might have gone,
Places I ended up going

Postcards
Ticket stubs from one thing or another
A personalized coffee mug neither your name nor mine
Phone cards and old phones
A page from an old calendar I bought once 
At a thrift store and insisted on hanging
That cycles of the moon print
Photos
Old boots of mine

Put them in boxes

And I sat there for hours
In the living room first
Then in the dining room
Moving things around
Picking things up and seeing where they took me
To what place in history
What moment on our timeline
Where we were, where I was, where I thought we’d end up
In this house or on the highway
Driving somewhere near Christmas
In the desert or anywhere else

And I put them in boxes


pagingme:

tastefullyoffensive:

[blaine gibson]

GASTON

I hope you all find someone who gives you cute names and tells you it’s adorable when you do embarrassing things and hugs you when it’s early in the morning and makes you feel like you have a whole disneyland fireworks show going off inside your body and never ever lets you go 

(Source: aureat)


sandandglass:

Keira Knightley talks about Pirates of the Caribbean and her boobs.


icantbeyourshelter:

Where. Is. The. Video. For. This!!!!!!

(Source: evarren)

7 deadly sins. put one in my ask.

mcgannic:

Lust: Something that I find attractive.
Pride: Something that I like about myself.
Sloth: Something that I dislike about myself.
Envy: Something I wish I was better at.
Gluttony: One of my favorite foods.
Wrath: Something that gets me angry.
Greed: Something I can’t get enough of.

New note: If I get the same thing more than once, I’ll answer differently for each one. :)

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