Pazzied - Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry

Nickelback's How You Remind Me was the most frequently played song on American radio over the past decade.

Adam: After the Big Bang, the expansion of the universe slowed down but then after seven billion years for some reason it speeded up again and it’s been speeding up ever since. Someday everything you see here will disappear forever and eventually the night sky will be almost completely dark. Beth: That’s kinda sad. Adam: Sad?

-Adam (2009)

i can still feel your fingers on my back. i was scared. i'm sorry.

heather11483:

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I don’t know if I can take the anticipation. Look at them, look at them.

HOLD ME, INTERNETS. ohh, kids.

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"I looked in all the places you aren’t. I just can’t find the places you are. I only know that you are where I am not."

frida kahlo to marty mcconnell | marty mcconnell

leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. you had to have him. and you did. and now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. don’t lose too much weight. stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. and you are not stupid. you loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. heart like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas. heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.

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Head, Heart || Lydia Davis

Heart weeps. Head tries to help heart. Head tells heart how it is, again: You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday. Heart feels better, then. But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart. Heart is so new to this. I want them back, says heart. Head is all heart has. Help, head. Help heart.