Music video by The Neighbourhood performing Sweater Weather. (c) 2013 Columbia Records, a Division of Sony Music Entertainment Director: Zack Sekuler & Danie…
I miss Tampa so much. Wednesday ended up being great and leading to Thursday being amazing. However, this song reminds me of Friday, specifically when this got put on. Thank you for showing us the most unreal time.
“I’ve got this tiny pang of regret when I think of how much I have probably missed out on in the last few years because I was too scared to take a risk, or too shy to speak up, or too worried to be bold.”—Jessi Kirby, Golden (via simply-quotes)
“I hope you have a book like this, a book that makes you feel sane when other forces conspire to loosen your bearings, a book that values what you value, a book that makes you laugh and nod and gives you comfort. If you think that books don’t have the power to confer validation upon their readers, then I’m afraid we’ve had very different experiences. Because although of course validation comes from a dozen other places in my life, books have their own way of reaching those hard to scratch places right in the middle of my soul (sometimes when I don’t even know that there’s a place in need of a scratch) in a way few other things can. They are intensely personal in this way, these books, and one that speaks to me with power and clarity might sound tinny and distant to you. This exclusivity is one of the reasons they’re so powerful: it sometimes feels as though they were written with us in mind.”—When a Book Gets Everything Right (via booksandhotchocolate)
“But life, if nothing else, had taught her promises weren’t always to be counted on, and what appeared at first a shining chance might end in bitter disappointment.”—Susanna Kearsley, The Winter Sea (via thatkindofwoman)
“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”—Ernest Hemingway (via eclait)
“The boy was a model pupil, forgettable and easily forgotten, and he spent much of his spare time in the back of the English class where there were shelves of old paperbacks, and in the school library, a large room filled with books and old armchairs, where he read stories as enthusiastically as some children ate.”—Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book (via littledallilasbookshelf)
“All feelings that gather you up and lift you are pure. If they twist and tear at your being, they are not. All tenderness you may feel for your childhood is good. Every emotion that makes more of you than you have ever been, even in your best hours, is good. Every intensification is good, if it seizes you entire and is not an intoxication or delusion, but a joy you can see into, clear to the bottom. Do you understand what I mean?”—Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet (via paradoxicalsentiments)
You are good at something, stop lying to yourself. You’re good at breaking down comic book plots, cooking ramen perfectly, making your friends happy, knowing the time without looking at a clock, getting the perfect ending at RPG’s, or figuring out the twist ending to movies. Don’t let society tell you your talents are meaningless because they don’t serve an economical purpose. Your talents reflect your interests and passions, and what’s important to you is important.
“Act my age?
What the fuck is that, “act my age”?
What do I care how old I am?
The Ocean is old as fuck.
It will still drown your ass with vigor.”—the greatest thing i have ever read (via jessicarabbrit)
“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.”—Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters (via larmoyante)
Walt Grace, desperately hating his old place Dreamed to discover a new space and buried himself alive Inside his basement The tongue on the side of his face meant He’s working away on displacement And what it would take to survive 'Cause when you're done with this world You know the next is up to you
And his wife told his kids he was crazy And his friends said he’d fail if he tried But with the will to work hard and a library card He took a homemade, fan blade, one-man submarine ride
That morning the sea was mad and I mean it Waves as big as he’d seen it deep in his dreams at home From dry land, he rolled it over to wet sand Closed the hatch up with one hand And pedaled off alone
'Cause when you're done with this world You know the next is up to you
And for once in his life, it was quiet As he learned how to turn in the tide And the sky was aflare when he came up for air In his homemade, fan blade, one-man submarine ride
One evening, when weeks had passed since his leaving The call she planned on receiving finally made it home She accepted the news she never expected The operator connected the call from Tokyo 'Cause when you're done with this world You know the next is up to you
Now his friends bring him up when they’re drinking At the bar with his name on the side And they smile when they can, as they speak of the man Who took a homemade, fan blade, one-man submarine ride