My T-shirt With The Entire Text Of Borges' Theoretical Library Of Babel Is Raising A Lot Of Questions

As a blanket statement, I enjoy things that are warm and soft

Me: *scrolling tumblr*

Castiel: I love you

Me: Dear god what’s happened now

i avoid printers at all costs but deep down i think i should've been a printer. life so easy. i sit there all squarelike and when someone has a minor task for me i goFUCK YOU

my dad likes to call the stretches of time where you’re not creating “dreaming periods” and says that they’re meant to allow you to absorb all of the beauty, life, and inspiration from the things around you so that when you’re able to create again, you will have fanned your spark back into a flame. sometimes its hard to see those moments as anything but stagnation, but he always says that they’re natural and healthy and needed—things that should be embraced rather than feared.

“This is a song about making a contract with your solitude that you want to hold it to later on and expect to be able to wag your finger and say, ‘You said.’”

— John Darnielle introducing In Memory of Satan, Cagnegie Hall on 2013-01-15

Tidal Wave, The Mountain Goats [x]

*banging on the driver side window of your Honda Civic* WHAT are your dogs pronouns

#fuck i love that lyric change sm #do i have to make a playlist now

never quite free

sobriety is easy if you fill the void of hard drugs with buying candelabras on the internet