Longliveth3drum

one of the more bleak things to acknowledge is that if you pirate literally all of your music and then set aside a spotify subscription's worth of money each month to spend on a single pay-what-you-want album, it would almost immediately amount to you supporting those musicians more than streaming does

i wanna talk about this shot

sending subliminal messages to my parents who really should get a divorce by playing no children by the mountain goats in the car

when god closes a door you reach your little paws under it and go mrrwwaaaooow mmreeaaow

when ever I start hearing the horns of the apocalypse I just say out loud to myself "the tumpet. bwaaa" and it makes me feel better every time

David Lynch, Cannes Film Festival (2002)

*walks out of the homoerotic friendship covered in blood and wounds* you should see the other guy

Me: You know how when you were a kid and you’d wish that you’d get sick or injured in a way that would justify why you didn’t live up to your potential?

Everybody, apparently: No?

Came back wrong? How about came back right, except that the world you came back to is wrong. Came back just like waking up from a long nap only to find that the people who love you broke themselves into shards and bloody bargains to get you back.

There are new stains that nobody will explain, hidden beneath the rug in the upstairs hallway. Your mother's left eye is clouded and strange. The cat no longer goes near your brother. There's a sharp-edged shadow now, under your lover's smile.

Everybody says you must be remembering wrong, but your sense of smell is just as good as ever. The closet that used to smell like cedar and cinnamon smells like sulfur, now, and nobody will tell you why.

oh whats all this about "intuitive eating?" sounds pretty slick. (forgets to eat until starving, binges on junk food in a panic, repeat)