i'm in my room with the headphones on / deep in the dream chamber.
I should get out more, join some clubs. I should buy some new clothes, dye my hair blue, let Herman Cooper take me on a ride in his father’s car, kiss me, and possibly even feel my nonexistent breasts. I should develop some useful skills like public speaking, electric cello, or welding, see a doctor about my stomach aches, find a hero that is not a man who wrote a children’s book and crashed his plane, stop trying to set up my father’s tent in record time, throw away my notebooks, stand up straight, and cut this habit of answering any question regarding my well-being with a reply fit for a prim English schoolgirl who believes life is nothing but a long preparation for a few finger sandwiches with the Queen.
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i have spent a great portion of my day listening to Ravi Shankar and reading Kakuzo Okakura’s The Book of Tea

 thingsorganizedneatly: SUBMISSION: From the beautiful set “Design of the 60’s and 70’s for Nerds” from afghtiga on flickr.
❝This mess is a place!

— Unknown (via junglewalkers)

The dream of the 90s

shitmystudentswrite:

Within the 20th century, the ‘90s were hands down the greatest decade for a boy to be born and raised through. The pop-culture and technology was simply at its prime. We’ll start from the beginning. What do kids at the age from just being born to about six years old care about? That’s simple, breast milk; but more importantly, toys. Although the breast milk in the 90s was most likely delicious, there is no existing cryogenically frozen breast milk lab for me to prove it. However, I sure as hell can sell you on how awesome the toys were.
David: K-Pop is my life
Maya: Bollywood is my life
Maya: Kevin Devine is my life
Maya: Just kidding, that's me being Sarah

chemiosmosis:

“Love Me a Good Microcosm” - Weatherbox

so yeah 666
you can call me a beast
but dial 666 when you decide it’s to come back and talk to me

I’ll be waiting in the clouds
I’ve been shaping them into our new house
and when I hear the doorbell
I’ll run and cover up my sulfur smell
untangle my hair, with not words to greet you
don’t look up at them, look at what’s underneath you

we’re in the clouds
we’re in the clouds
we’re in the clouds
right above jerusalem
don’t mind the flies
baby you’ll get used to them

i am not sure that i will ever refrain from reblogging this video oh well