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Inspiration

Lana Del Rey - Video Games

Skies.

Pics by me.

Make a Wish...

Cuckoo

F*ck the police

Don’t you hate when people say “fuck the police”? Don’t just fuck the police, take the police out on a couple dates. Take the police to the movies and a nice dinner date. Meet their parents and make them like you. Make the police fall in love with you. Then fuck the police. And out of nowhere, stop taking calls from the police. Ignore the police. Make the police miss you. Make the police cry.

The hope that pieces would take shape...

The Sun

Toro Y Moi - "New Beat" (Official Video)

From Elsewhere

Sweet Disposition

A moment

A love

A dream

A laugh

A kiss

A cry

Our rights, our wrongs...

#2.

#1.

I already miss you...

...and you only just walked out the door.

Feeling Bitter/Better

Berlin Calling

Dear Berlin,

I miss you. See you as soon as I can.

Sincerely, Me.

LOVE

The Virgin Suicides

Polaroid

Youth Knows No Pain

Suitcase Full of Nothing

Beirut, Postcards From Italy

Future Starts Slow

Thoughts

Ever since I read a book last summer, I've been thinking about the importance of last words. Are they actually important? Do they really tell that much about people?

I think the answer is yes.

I guess it's really hard to say goodbye for good. I'm sure of it.

Imagine knowing that soon you'll be gone. Knowing that one day you'll be nothing but a memory to everyone. Even to your closest friends and family. They will keep your stuff and remember you by staring at old photographs.

So what are you going to do about it? What are you going to say?

Whatever you say, those words will be your last words. Your last goodbye.

Feet

Virgin Suicides

Cecilia was the first to go.

Everyone dates the demise of our neighbourhood from the suicides of the Lisbon girls. People saw their clairvoyance in the wiped-out elms, the harsh sunlight and the continuing decline of our auto industry.

Even then, as teenagers, we tried to put the pieces together.

We still can't.

Now whenever we run into each other at lunches or parties we find ourselves going ove the evidence one more time.

All to understand those five girls, who, after all these years, we can't get out of our minds.

Thinking Miami

Little Secrets

Eventually

Young Blood

Lonely Boy

Days

I hadn't understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only "yesterday" and "tomorrow" still had any meaning for me.

Back

Through Chaos as it Swirls

Drink Coke

I don't know just where you came from but i need you know...

Let's Get Lost

The City that Never Sleeps

Coco Cocoladas

Day & Night

"We danced too wild, and we sang too long,

and we hugged too hard, and we kissed too sweet,

and howled just as hard as we wanted to howl,

because by now we are all old enought to know

that what looks like crazy on an ordinary day looks

a lot like love if you catch it in the moonlight."

Straight

What is straight? A line can be straight,

or a street, but the human heart, oh, no,

it's curved like a road through mountains.

...

Fucking Fantastic

No Words

Stuff

Stuff that makes an average day extraordinary. Stuff that puts a smile upon your face. Stuff that makes life worth living it.

500 days of Summer

Well this is, and Rhoda, no disrespect, but um, this is total shit. Go for it? You can do it? That's not inspirational that's suicidal! If pickles goes for it right there that's a dead cat. Lies, were liars think about it, why do people buy these things? It's not because they wanna say how they feel, people buy cards cause they can't say how they feel or they're afraid too. We provide the service that lets them off the hook. You know what? I say to hell with it. Lets level with America at least let them speak for themselves right I mean look, look. What is this, what does this say? "Congratulations on your new baby." How bout "congratulations on your new baby, guess that's it for hanging out, nice knowing ya." How bout this one? With all the pretty hearts on the front, I think I know where this ones going. Yup "Happy Valentines Day sweetheart, I love you." Isn't that sweet? Ain't love grand? This is exactly what I'm talking about. What does that even mean, love? Do you know? Do you? Anybody? If somebody gave me this card Mr. Vance, I'd eat it. It's these cards, and the movies and the pop songs, they're to blame for all the lies and the heartache, everything. We're responsible. I'M responsible. I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, not ya know, some words that some stranger put in their mouth. Words like love, that don't mean anything. Sorry, I'm sorry, I um, I quit. There's enough bullshit in the world without my help

Coincidence

It was that you can't ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence, that's all anything ever is, nothing more than coincidence... she had finally learned, there are no miracles. There's no such thing as fate, nothing is meant to be. She knew, she was sure of it now.

Two things

"Since the disintegration of her parent's marriage she'd only love two things. The first was her long dark hair. The second was how easily she could cut it off and not feel a thing."

Street signs II

i call to say i'm on the way

How can you swallow so much sleep

hellos & goodbyes

Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos. ~Charles M. Schulz

About me...

"Naive" is my favorite word.

Trains

You're waiting for a train. A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you; but you don't know for sure. But it doesn't matter. Because you'll be together.

Cassie

Sid: How do you do it?
Cassie: What?
Sid: Come on, Cass. I mean you never eat anything. Your parents must notice or something. I dunno.
Cassie: I like you, Sid.
Sid: ...Okay.
Cassie: So, I'm going to show you.
[begins cutting up food]
Cassie: You have to do a lot of talking. I'm good at talking. You do that while you're cutting things up, a lot. And then, questions.
[lifts fork to her mouth, stops]
Cassie: Where's your student card?
Sid: Sorry?
Cassie: Your ID.
[resumes cutting up food]
Cassie: Have you got it?
Sid: No. I, uh, lost it somewhere, last week.
Cassie: Change the subject. This is great. I love these sausages. You should try one. Go on.
[puts a sausage on Sid's plate]
Cassie: Delicious.
Sid: Hang on, you didn't...
Cassie: You're not quite sure what I'm on about, but I keep distracting you. So, then, I up the ante.
[picks up Sid's plate of fries]
Cassie: Yum, I love this stuff.
[pushes a few fries onto her plate]
Cassie: Really delicious. You're really sure that I want some more, so I'll keep waving at you, until you stop looking at me.
[raises fork to mouth, stops]
Cassie: Where'd you lose it?
Sid: Sorry?
Cassie: Your ID. I mean, they won't let you use the library, will they?
[checks watch]
Cassie: God, I've got to go.
[starts clearing her plate, onto another one]
Cassie: So full. Gotta dash.
[gets up to leave]

Like a French movie

Mr Nobody: I've got nothing to say to you. I'm Mr. Nobody, a man who doesn't exist.
Jt: Do you remember what the world was like before telemerization? Quasi-immortality? What was it like when humans were mortals?
Mr Nobody: There were cars that polluted. We smoked cigarettes. We ate meat. We did everything we can't do in this dump and it was wonderful! Most of the time nothing happened... like a French movie.
Jt: And, um, sexually? Before sex became obsolete.
Mr Nobody: Ha, ha! We screwed! Everybody was always screwing. We fell in love... we fell in love

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