January 2012
December 2011
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twloha:
Five. Four. Three. Two. One. The ball drops and fireworks. Resolutions are made. People scream and people kiss and is it possible to change? Is it really truly possible to leave the past behind? Welcome to Midnight. Another year comes to a close. Another year begins. With a moment…
“Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified....”
– Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen (via ellielamothe)
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atlaswasright:
new year’s isn’t even a holiday it’s just an excuse for people to get drunk and act like idiots
you say it like it’s a bad thing
and it’s quite the grand time…
tete-pownshend:wearingraincoats:
The Beach Boys song “Vegetables” features the sound of Paul McCartney eating raw celery. (source)
and over there is paul mccartney on celery
he plays a mean celery
Things Tricky should know…
Sometimes I can be perfectly fine one second and then the next I’m not. And it’s not for any specific reason and it’s any situation I can pin down that puts me there. It’s the nature of the beast (the beast being my depression and anxiety). Honestly, you know this. You made me see a shrink for this. So why, of that’s obviously what’s up with me right now, would...
“No one wants to admit we’re addicted to music. That’s just not possible. No...”
– Lullaby, Chuck Palahniuk (via wrists)
And this.
“Write drunk; edit sober.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via chopa)
This.
