Currently Watching Clerks (10th Anniversary Edition) By Clerks see related

“hey kid, you seen a set keys around here?”
“no time for love, doctor jones!”
“fuckin' kids!”

randal: people say crazy shit during sex.
one time, i called this girl “mom.”

Currently Watching Good Night, and Good Luck. see related

"we must not confuse descent from disloyalty.  we must remember always, that accusation is not proof, and that conviction depends upon evidence and due process of law.  we will not walk in fear, one of another.  we will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason.  if we dig deep into our history and our doctrine, we will remember we are not descendant from fearful men.  not from men who dared to write, to speak, to associate, and to defend causes that were for the moment unpopular...we can deny our heritage and our history but we cannot escape responsibility for the result."

                                     -edward r. murrow

cassius was right;
the fault, dear brutus,
is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

good night, and good luck.

Currently Listening Satanic Panic in the Attic By Of Montreal see related

ok so, my foot is not broken, but the doctor tells me that the tissues at the top of my foot are ripped. it happened at my taekwondo sparring class on friday. when i kicked this girl, she blocked it using her freaking elbow. and it like. slammed into the top of my foot. and then i had to spar like, 3 other black belts after that. it was crazy. i went to the emergency room saturday morning, got x-rayed and such.

oh and i have crutches. boo.
my arms are unbelievably sore.
(yeah, i know. i'm weak.)

Currently Listening Descended Like Vultures By Rogue Wave see related

 
you could never publish my love. 

Currently Listening Apologies to the Queen Mary By Wolf Parade see related

the morning is full of storm
in the heart of summer.

the clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye,
in the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands.

the numberless heart of the wind
beating above our loving silence.

orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees
like a language full of wars and songs.

wind that bears off the dead leaves with a quick raid
and deflects the pulsing arrows of the birds. 

wind that topples her in a wave without spray
and substance without weight, and leaning fires.

her mass of kisses breaks and sinks,
assailed in the door of the summer's wind.

                                  -pablo neruda

and i could take away your shaky knees
and i could give you all the olive trees
and look at the trees and look at my face
and look at a place far away from here.