thelifeofkris replied to your video: Heartbeats - Jose Gonzalez my number one played… have you heard The Knife’s version of this song? yes, but I don’t like it
Heartbeats - Jose Gonzalez my number one played song in iTunes, won’t tell you how many times…
it has been a strange day of reading and staring at faces i don’t know and having one smiled back at me and me looking away quickly because i get nervous. it’s going to be okay. i have been wandering around all day trying to find a place to relax and focus on my studies. i couldn’t find such a place. i was growing very anxious and starting to think about other things besides...
clavicola: You were a flower that only bloomed once and I was a careless gardener with shears too sharp. I’m sorry.
WHERE is that PHOTOSET of the .gifs of obama jamming to music with those lyrics “back dat ass up” or something like that i can only find the one .gif but where is the photoset of all four?!!!!!!!!?!!?!??!?!
when can i get on a train and go some place where everything is breathy and the flowers sigh as you pass them on your bicycle, and you don’t know where this road goes but you hope there’s a cappuccino waiting for you somewhere and maybe a nice man with the book you will write about this adventure you’re about to have (and yet you won’t know what’s coming next) and...
whispering, come to the cinema with me
who wants to see a video of me in tie-dye looking very sleepy with crazy hair and singing old love classics
i can’t do anything except think about how i’m not doing anything
finding a kindred heart the perfect cappuccino a day for yourself with no plans the first juicy peach of summer laughing on a moped the smell of your own mother’s neck brioche
my dream last night
i went to my grandmother’s house, only it wasn’t hers in real life. at the back of the house, there is a room that is never opened and it has great wooden doors always shut. i went to open it and discovered a great room entirely wooden with three small pools of teal green water. to my right was a closet and inside there were about twenty ghosts all waiting to talk to me. i was...
I really love recurring dreams
Dad’s surprise birthday party Shots being passed around… Wonder how long before the fireworks begin
days when everyone/everything is against you and no one can answer your questions, even when you are directed to office to office to office… and you drop your bike lock on your toe and you fall over later and you don’t know what to do about school/classes and people keep cancelling… and then finally when you go to get a slice of pizza because everything else is shit and you...
I thought the whole talking to a guy from India on the phone for tech support was a myth he couldn’t understand any of what I said kutxftztzxc,.hote37qa3ujfhlgio8765saujzmxc;kbvcty
maybe the beauty of being a child is being able to do all the things you love without having problems like making money get in the way
knuckles and fingers strawberries with double cream Topo Chico with a twist of lime clean bedsheets and clean skin walls covered with tacks and cutout images nice black-ink pens the sound of someone you love sighing
clavicola: Let’s call it social hemophilia. Someone touches me and I bleed for days. I’ve been carrying around names of old love in my skin like I’m wet cement and I can’t seem to scratch off the reasons why we’re all in such a rush to find someone who will carve u + me 4ever into their throats. There’s still a photograph of the two of us somewhere in Manhattan. I think of that often. More so...
When I make coffee for myself I always think “deux caffe si vous plait” Or however you spell it. I could live on coffee and plums And maybe I will.
I have jasmine oil in my hair And it is all brushed back with the strands of gold in their place And tied with the lightest pink piece of chiffon, long and full in a sweetly droopy bow Good night.
fleurishes: first kiss, n. Spring. Kitchen the color of orange peels, white tile, white appliances. It made it seem easier to kiss you, all that brightness. I could pretend that the light leaking into my eyelids were phosphenes, a feeling, a beginning, a something. In the end, of course, it was nothing. Your mouth was warm, you had lips fuller than mine, and hands that reached for everything;...
clavicola: You were a flower that only bloomed once and I was a careless gardener with shears too sharp.
sigh where can i watch daria online for free…