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reblogging cos i’m australian! they’re not this friendly in real life. this one must be either drugged or inches from death. kangaroos kill over one australian every year. they know your weak points. my dad is petrified of them. however, every time we go to australia zoo, he wants to fondle one so i’m usually the barrier between him and one of them. nice to know where his priorities are at.
dark come soon (live) - tegz
so close to being team sara. give me time.
that’s just me being shown how to feed pigeons by a homeless man in a park in osaka, japan. i asked about one of the birds in particular, because it had one leg and a stump for another. he then explained to me (what i think i translated as) “birds leg was bad, i cut off”. him demonstrating a cutting motion was probably the lowlight of the conversation. yeah, not ideal hey?
naw so ctue
ur rage blackouts scar me
not as much as YOUR spelling SCARES me
I adore the English language, but sometimes I feel that there aren’t enough words in it and that I can’t always say what I mean using this limited vocabulary. There is, for example, no word to express “I really love you but not in the way you want me to” or “I don’t hate you but I can’t forget what you did.” There is no name for the place we keep our innermost secrets or for the feeling that one belongs to another century. We can’t describe the way you bump in to an old friend after thinking of them, just once, or the feeling of being neither asleep nor awake but caught in a dream. I wish I could learn every language there is, so that I might have a hundred words for Hope and be able to categorize Memories or find the perfect haiku for a winter night.
i’ve never claimed to know myself well at all. every major thing i have ever done i have done on a whim, without much thought and relatively carefree. but i’m in no way carefree. i think a lot, about myself and the people who surround me, but it’s not the same is it? it’s not that i don’t want to know myself. i don’t know what it is really. but sometimes, lately, i have surprised myself that i don’t know who i am at all anymore. i’ve conjured up sentences with too much feeling when there shouldn’t have been, and sometimes i haven’t said enough when i know i should have. i have always thought that i am completely out of control of myself, like my body and brain aren’t compatible, like there’s some kind of duality that exists. i’m not afraid of myself, more in awe and waiting to see what i do. i don’t like looking in the mirror because i don’t know what i see. i see photos of myself and never feel like i was there when it was taken. i am two people. and it’s odd. lately i’ve fallen into this odd pattern of really stupid behaviour and i know what i’m doing isn’t the right thing to do, but i let myself. it’s like i’ve wandered off the path i saw myself walking along, this path is decent too but i know where i should be. no control. or out of control. it’s exciting, but not in a good way.
"Broken Social Scene will be releasing a new album on May 4th, featuring their usual collaborators (Feist, Stars, Metric, Do Make Say Think, etc.), as well as new ones such as members of Tortoise, The Sea and Cake, Death From Above 1979, Pavement, The Weakerthans, and many others."
holy shit, this excites me to no end.
Susie. Dream woman.
every time belinda talks about what a bad kisser she is, it makes me laugh. although she totally broke bel’s heart by planning to move across the world and make it big as a rockstar. whatevs. susie is the greatest.