i forgot how pleasant gloom and rain can be

After Florentino Ariza saw her for the first time, his mother knew before he told her because he lost his voice and his appetite and spent the entire night tossing and turning in his bed. But when he began to wait for the answer to his first letter, his anguish was complicated by diarrhea and green vomit, he became disoriented and suffered from sudden fainting spells, and his mother was terrified because his condition did not resemble the turmoil of love so much as the devastation of cholera.

imliterallyoutofmymindgoddamnmindBORTGANG

pretty much my favorite thing to do is search for ‘goth’ on tumblr

ear of corn

FESTIVAL FASHION

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=-liNf9GEt8A

what about these ones partner /// grave distribution /// rabbit rabbit /// hammer project

BORED VOL. ONE /// SOON /// GET WEIRD

turmoil… fuck… stay safe ///

obvious

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utleerMqZlw

please i plead whisk me away

dear sherry,

ugh.

love, sean.

SO CONFUSED, ONCE AGAIN // LIVING, WORTHLESS LIFE

random access memories /// yay

this is so rockin’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOZbF0jdObI

SUBSTANCE ABUSE - NO USE

uh huh

poor ding dong no ding dong

lonely house

things just aren’t as pleasant without her around

remember the time when you ran off while i was taking off my wetsuit in the backyard and i chased after you, dripping wet, almost naked, with no shoes and neoprene hanging from my hips for three blocks? i do.

rip beautiful brave friend

remember the time we took a shower together? i’m glad we never did it again although it fucking sucks we can’t even if we wanted to. at least you can fly everywhere now and you don’t need to use those inconvenient hind legs of yours. i love you and i’ll see you soon.

lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost

FUCK THE WORLD http://eyebombing.com/ FUCK THE WORLD

SWET

from nothing makes nothing
from nothing makes nothing

standing in the dark with empty hands
greed filled bastards and fucked plans
choke on dirt we’re all alert
your money minds are black burnt

we don’t want you
we don’t need you
we don’t fuck you
your worth is nothing

——————————————————————————

fortified by the lies
told to sit while screams shriek by
burn their buildings raise the hand
light the blaze or be the damned

sexuality is strange but beautiful

i am ugly and sad but at least i am in love

i <3 kim.com

YOU MAKE ME A NERVOUS WRECK

013331255424 - in case you never hear from me again

marry me

the law of five

forever nerves

LOBTOBERSTER butterfly.otter.skunk.snake.lizard.bear.deer.elk.hawk

SHARKWEEK THEBESTTIMEOFTHEYEAR

hellokitty.com email address gets no love… sigh

i’m sad we couldn’t make our annual pilgrimage although i think going to the er two days in a row is a punk enough excuse

this is what happens when you start dying

FVME

the one person audience i have been writing to has perhaps turned to none, which i may now find as a blessing since, well, it should have always been for myself, but by nature of me, it is always about everyone else. our surroundings, however, especially the relationships we build, change like the desert sand, and, to be quite honest, it is my mistake for trying to cling on. the idea of letting go and giving up truly baffles my mind. in my eyes, it is far too similar to forgetting. but again, it is my mistake for being short sighted to their differences. every day i am dying, physically, emotionally, sexually, mentally, and daily, hanging from my neck off a bridge does not seem morbid, but actually graceful. maybe it is the infection on my leg. maybe it is the sores in my mouth. maybe it is the itch in my private regions. maybe it is the girl of my present. maybe it is the girl of my past. maybe it is my living arrangements. maybe it is my working environment. maybe it is my friends. maybe, well shit, definitely it is just me. these problems are all conjured up in this god damn mind of mine and i have too fond of a time being a cynic about my own life while being a believer about others. actually, it is probably the drugs i have to take and the fact that happiness is never about me and always about you, i mean poo. 

GOSKATEBOARD

There once was a man named Walrus who knew a walrus named Man. And one day Man met a seal. The s(S)eal was beautiful, although slimy. Man, the walrus, wanted to court the seal, who bizarrely was named Girl. So the man, not the walrus, Walrus, who was best friends with Man, the walrus, decided to help Man win Girl’s heart. Man and Walrus went to their friend Fish’s house, who was a fish, to ask for advice. Fish, the fish, decided to make the ultimate sacrifice for Man and give himself as a gift to Girl as a token of Man’s love. TO BE CONTINUED… 

i’ll just fake it

so proud of everyone i adore

so there’s a new girl named sheri at my place of work. as if i didn’t think about sherry enough to begin with. thank goodness i’m going on vacation. not that a vacation is going to make me think of dairy less. harawr. 

moms rule

good thing there are so many bridges to choose from… i hope i die soon.

gheriscari

rip meow… sad

i wish i could live on this page forever

why is it white? 

+1

FEAR

the grass grew past our shoulder blades, and the blades pierced every notch in our spines, and as we g(r)azed into the stars, we sunk into a sea of green only to be woken by an enormous starfish who called us by our names. 

your city

buzz cock

remember

so it goes

chainsaw chainsaw chainsaw i love you chainsaw

i wish i could still send walrus faces on my phone. the only cool thing i can do now is this 8::::::::D~~ in different variations. bummer. much.

rip mitch - today sucks

sorrysorrysorry sadness is a blessing sadness is a curse sorrysorrysorry 

NOWRUZ NOWRUZ MERRY MERRY… meriz?!

happy halloween

gary?

MITCH! THEY FINALLY DID IT!

seapunk, waverave, dan, dale, dane, salt peanuts

girls love ireland

r4bb1t r4bb1t, d1ckw4d

happy birthday my dear friend.

like you

It seems the days
We spent together
All too quickly fade away
And even now
My lonely mind is full
Of thoughts of yesterday

The say grow up
Put your mind on
What you have to do
But I know I can never
Make it, baby, without you

[CHORUS]
I can feel a good vibration
When I put my mind on you alone
I can get a real sensation
Feel like I’m naturally stoned
Naturally stoned

And now they say
It’s time for me to face
The troubled world alone
But I know I can never do it
While I’m standing on my own

There’s just one thing that
They do not seem to understand
Why can’t they get it
Through their heads
I need a helping hand

[Repeat CHORUS 2x]

Naturally stoned

blasphemy

OOIOO

!owt*tibbar

+1

gold bars and mandolins 

raey wen esenihc yppah

SHRY

should have died

i love how you love me, dickwad

RABBITRABBIT

20 love and murder 11 

i would be so sad if the world ended on leap day and we never got a chance to meet eyes again. 

like a moth to a flame

the most ingenious paradox

abe

Ratcheting up the personality cult it builds around the Kim family, North Korea claimed that Kim Jong Il’s death generated a series of spectacular natural phenomena, creating a mysterious glow atop a revered mountain, cracking a sheet of ice on a lake with a loud roar and inspiring a crane to circle a statue of the nation’s founder before perching in a tree and drooping its head in sorrow.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQ99aYNa3II

fuck nike

i fell in love today.

slut

is this real life? 

will you put a clove in my orange?

rabbitrabbit

innn controlll

thanks!

sherry
sherry

if you are as cool as a girl i once knew i’d finally fall out of love with her

hot chocolate overdose

i wake up every morning praying it doesn’t rain. 

you need a delicate hand to scoop peanut butter with a cracker

two noteworthy aspects of winter: you won’t burn your tongue drinking hot beverages and biking over wet leaves feels like gliding across chocolate pudding

gniniar ziremuoyssimi

:-Q

You were in your bed and your bed was far away — it might as well have been in Africa. But sometimes I really felt as though the starry sky rose and fell with the gasping of his flat chest. You think I’m exaggerating? No, Annie. Upon my soul, no. Upon my soul which belongs to you, no.

To future freelancers, I would just tell them to not be a Luddite and embrace Twitter and the Internet. A lot of writers have an ego and they want to be at their fucking typewriter and drinking their whiskey, but it’s not like that anymore. Move on. Don’t resist the change. Find a way to make it work for you. (plus more madness from a good interview)

black holes can’t be seen because they’re black

do the walls again, back and forth

what’s the deal with brussels sprouts

although drinking cold beverages is bad for your health, the only reason i like cold weather is because i can leave my lemonade out without it getting warm and nasty

what’s the deal with brussels sprouts

icup

hi ramona 

stay safe fu family

please stop the violence

sherrysherrysherrysherrysherry

rabbit rabbit

nick’s family is so talented.

it is bizarre how so many things now require some sort of public social media profile

second to watching my bootleg jurassic park vhs tape when i was six, this slash she is the best thing to ever happen to me

can’t sleep can’t sleep can’t sleep

from really excited to really disappointed

happy halloween

love isn’t so simple

the truth

back to portland. great. i wish i could see her. 

the forgotten name - such a good sitcom skit. so many funny solutions. 

cool download

pumpkin patch 

NO WAY. A SONG ABOUT SHERRY AND HALLOWEEN!?

impossible objects

moardogs

turn off the idiot box

dropdead - what once was life

the revolution will be TWEETED? fuck the world. 

rip

punkrock

ALF

broadcasting 

/////echoooechoooechoooechoooechooo/////

parents smile as bodies pile

sherry? what’s up?

halloween!

drooling way more than usual. 

i’m so scared of the doctor’s office.

often times i wish she would tell me she is in love with someone, or she has married someone, or she has moved in with someone, or she is having a kid with someone, or she has filed a restraining order against me, simply to confirm the already known fact that we were never meant to be. i suppose i should just assume this and forget the girl i think i adore.

i think she might like this… along with a zillion other things i stumble across. fuck it. i’ll leave this one here for the birds.

rip steve. from acid to india to type faces, i aspire to be like you (except for knocking up that girl and denying that the child was yours. that was fucked up).

not in oregon, but i have a funny story as to why i put it as my address.

A RESPONSE TO THE TOMS

i wish i made you that awesome stencil

YOU’RE GREAT AT TAKING PICTURES
www.nicolelesser.com / www.madisoneast.tumblr.com 

2 it was real nice reading her posts 7

HOLY ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT SHIT

I genuinely feel like something is missing. Stay out of my dreams. It is torture. 

a murder of crows (rabbOt rabbOt)

i sent you some more bad art. i apologize. throw it in the garbage. i also ordered you something from the internet, but i don’t know when it will arrive. it should come in a box. you’ll hate it. i didn’t forget your wrist phobia. 

i’ve decided to take a hiatus. hopefully indefinitely for your own sake.

below are some songs i enjoy. perhaps you’ll enjoy them too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpmSukzBwTc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVYxKRXDT2I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thSfGPZGmnQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DimWaNc5bGA 

fond memories…

• tape murals
• sticks in many shapes, forms, and places

take care my dear. i wish you the best in the whole wide world. i’m sorry you must deal with a crazy ex-whatever i am. thank you for dealing with me. i realize how difficult it may be.

i’m sorry(.) i’ll always love you.

closed for business

If you can sleep on a plane, after all, you must have a higher consciousness that doesn’t stew about cramped quarters or fellow passengers. But you also arrive well rested. You use your time wisely. You recognize that people have been sleeping as long as there have been people; you don’t get hung up on brief fads like pillows, sheets and brushed teeth. Is it too grandiose to say that the airplane sleeper is in touch with his humanity in a profound way?

WM3

she’s beautiful in ways no other person can be.
i tremble.

in loving memory…

why did you make me eat all those hot dogs and kit-kat bars when you lived down the street from circle k?