This last sentence describes what my old roommate would do to our apartment better than any description I’ve ever been able to form.
Happy Birthday to F. Scott Fitzgerald, who would have been 117 today!
Celebrate by reading an excerpt from the forthcoming book Careless People: Murder, Mayhem, and the Invention of The Great Gatsby by Sarah Churchwell here.
will you do the fandango?
How to take a great author photo.
If you thought video game writing was hackneyed before, hold on to your butts.
Cracked was already one of my favorite sites on the internet, but recently it’s been reaching awe-inspiring levels of fantastic.
Just think, an article un-apologetically calling bullshit on sexism and rape culture in video games is on the front page of one of (if not the) biggest comedy website on the web. I want to give everyone on staff a huge hug.
just don’t read the comments trust me
Also the name “radiohamlet” makes us imagine Hamlet as played by Thom Yorke so thank you for giving us such chill, artsy braintimes.
Let’s see what you get.
I’m in and out of conversation
you just stood there screaming
there’s no time for a suitcase
don’t you cherish me to sleep
I should warn you
I paid you
The eastern world it is exploding
I walk the line of the disappointed
No sleep, no sleep until I’m done with finding the answer
No one’s taken my heart away
Don’t know, don’t know if I can do this on my own.
Don’t walk away like you always do.
Darling, you’re hiding in the closet once again.
The city roof is tipping down.
Watch how I bend, isn’t it neat?
Far over the misty mountains cold.
Black star, black star.
Leaves from the vine, falling so slow.
Dry lightning cracks across the sky.
I’ll tell you flat out, it hurts so much to think of this.
Did your mother like your Sunday dress
You build me up, you knock me down
You, I trusted your intentions
What I leave when you go
A punctured bicycle, on a hill desolate
I met her just last Wednesday, by Sunday she was mine
When faith alone is not enough, to keep our heads barely above
Lipstick has a way of leaving more than just a mark on my sheets
Look at all my trials and tribulations, sinking in a gentle pool of wine
Dawn is breaking in a ray of light
I got a gun in my hand but the gun wont cock
The first time that it came to me I was a young boy little did I not believe
Picking up pieces of the day
Well I stumble in at 2am all drunk and full of smoke
I’ve got a trans an and primer paint
Heres to you I sing for my daddy-o
I’ll tell me ma’ when I go, the boys wont leave the girls alone
Dont you play me like nintendo
Some day you will grow up and learn to lie, just like your daddy did when he told you no one ever really dies
Go on a date
Don’t you lie and lie to me
Where do you go?
So Many People
Its not so worth getting all bent out of shape about
What if we could put our lives on hold?
Why’d you cut holes in the moons face?
Were you named for the river that surrounds all my biggest mistakes or the way I made it out?
I messed up again when I tried
midnight on the water
I hear something hanging on the wind
I made two =P
Come on, oh my star is fading
All I need is a little alcoholic beverage
Uncertainty is killing me
I see you there
Like the men that walked before me
See I’ve got this woman here
You cover me
I will wait for this moment when our lips collide and almost stop the earth
Day’s last one-way ticket train pulls in
If I don’t say this now I will surely break
I did my best to notice
Watching the ships roll in
I used to make the light shine for you
It was a long and dark December
This is life in a car crash
The wilted flowers that I gave
No other love, no other touch
I liked having hurt
You’re such a flirt, I know you’re hurt
I’ve got no strings
I don’t know why people try to be alive when they not
All her signals are getting lost in the ether
I felt for sure last night
Breathe in, breathe out
It was an April morning, when they told us we should go
Goodnight my angel, time to close your eyes
He’s a fairy feller
They closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late last month
Love of my life, you’ve hurt me
As the sun comes up on another day
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line
It’s not the way you smile, that touched my heart
There’s a hole in the wall, where the light’s shining in
There’s no living in my life anymore
Today is one of the most important days in history. On September 5, a very special man was born unto earth and that man’s name was Farrokh Bulsara who later on became known as the legendary Freddie Mercury.
Despite him leaving us early, let us remember this day as a day to celebrate his wonderful life. Wherever he may be, he’s probably drinking tea with his cats.
My darling, you shall remain in our hearts till the end of time and even further. We still love you.
If you have suffered a tragedy and someone says, “you’re in my prayers” with sincerity, and you respond with some egotistical shit about being atheist you are an emotionally inept moron.
For real though like think about it. If someone is religious, there’s really no kinder sentiment they can express than appealing to the highest power they know for your recovery. Whether or not you think it “works” is irrelevant— the kindness is absolutely real.