I Keep Thinking About The Fact That Cabinet Man By Lemon Demon Doesn’t Actually Include Anything After

held on til may. now what

The soundtrack to my Christmas eve shift

Same person.

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jennifer willoughby, the sun is still a part of me

It is so hard to find other blogs to follow because I am not trying to see mcr or fob, and that’s practically impossible to avoid

ryan with Mauria (a fan who reached out to the band offering to photograph them for free) after the show at juanita's cantina ballroom in little rock, arkansas on 23 march 2010

– from Mauria's tumblr

White Americans ... are terrified of sensuality and do not any longer understand it. The word “sensual” is not intended to bring to mind quivering dusky maidens or priapic black studs. I am referring to something much simpler and much less fanciful. To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the breaking of bread. ... Something very sinister happens to the people of a country when they begin to distrust their own reactions as deeply as they do here, and become as joyless as they have become. It is this individual uncertainty on the part of white American men and women, this inability to renew themselves at the fountain of their own lives, that makes the discussion, let alone elucidation, of any conundrum—that is, any reality—so supremely difficult. The person who distrusts himself has no touchstone for reality—for this touchstone can be only oneself. Such a person interposes between himself and reality nothing less than a labyrinth of attitudes. And these attitudes, furthermore, though the person is usually unaware of it (is unaware of so much!), are historical and public attitudes. They do not relate to the present any more than they relate to the person.

--James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time, 1963