OH HO HO MAKE THAT 3! I LOVE WHEN PLACES RETURN PHONE CALLS. I AM THE APARTMENT NINJA.
Finally seeing 2 apartments tomorrow. WINNNINNNNINGGGGGGGGG.
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barry just walked into the annex
mdymphna: looked at us shook his head and said “go home” TWO MORE WEEKS BARRY TWO MORE WEEKS He saw me and said “YOU SHOULD BE OUT RAISING HELL.” Don’t worry, Barry. The night is young.
just accidentally texted my dad “How YOU doin’, miss beauty eyed dance fiend???” Hahahahaha
Just leaving this here. In love. →
I wish I could own shoes that cost a ridiculous...
Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all...– Chuck Palahniuk (via finefools)
That moment when you look at pictures of your kitten and realize, in horror, that he is an adult now and you feel like you just sent your baby off to college. Full-fledged catmom status.
eating chips & salsa in my underwear in bed. don’t be intimidated by my life.
AND CAN I JUST SAY THAT ST. VINCENT IS MIND-BLOWING. AND I TOUCHED ANNIE CLARK’S FOOT, THEREFORE I CAN DIE HAPPY. I’M NOT THAT DRAMATIC.
can’t wait to have my own place so I can walk around pantsless every waking moment of my life.
Listen: St. Vincent
anotherdyingartform: In honor of the St. Vincent show I will be attending tonight at the Vic in Chicago, this post will contain the recent odds and ends of Annie Clark. Last year, she captured my ears and heart with LP Strange Mercy (link to my review here). This year kicked off with a blistering Coachella performance and the release of two new songs. Both “Krokodil” and “Grot” are available...
I don’t want you to see me growing old and ugly- I know you’ll be a beautiful...– Zelda to Scott, 1919 (via fitzgeraldquotes)
Drunk after attending book club with Lissa. Beer is good. Also, meeting with my gentleman friend for midday lunch and togetherness is fucking sexy. My life is kind of awesome… ST. VINCENT TOMORROW. I LOVE YOU, ANNIE.
Not a good night. Anger is like a poison.
-feel-the-beat-tonight-: Whistle For The Choir-...
I’ve just been hired to work on the perfect summer costume project… Excitement.
findings in the trash heap known as my bedroom:
Just found a poem I wrote about a lobster 2 years ago.