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Robyn Hitchcock and the Egyptians - So You Think You’re In Love
What is love made of?
Nobody knows
What are you afraid of?
Everyone knows
It’s love
I get a lot of weird looks because of saying this to people.
(via a-surfer)
David Foster Wallace (via leaair)
(via prettybooks)
New Year’s Eve in Puerto Rico / Despedida de Año en Puerto Rico
Completely unnecessary and terribly sad. :(
We don’t need no stinking Mayans to tell us this is about to end, we are ending it ourselves. Talk about self-fulfilling prophecies.
Three Dog Night - Lady Samantha ♪♫
My dear Sir:
You are very kind in your hints as to the sort of composition which might recommend me at present, and I am fully sensible that an Historical Romance, founded on the House of Saxe-Couborg, might be much more to the purpose of Profit or Popularity than such pictures of domestic Life…
I fell very much in love with a boy one day,
he had brown eyes, brown hair, brown skin,
as if the Caribbean sun had painted him
with the sultriest color, if there has ever been.
He taught me how to stare,
of course I only knew I was doing it when he turned angrily at me;
he taught me how to sit,
sideways so I could pretend I was listening to the teacher while admiring him;
he taught me how fast my heart could beat.
Yet there was something he taught me that I can’t forget still,
that when someone hits your food tray from below,
meat patties fly high in the air and when they land on your uniform, they stick.
delaguardia asked: Wanna go bar hoping? I hear writers need alcohol in there system to make master pieces.
Oh man, I can’t say no to that.
But don’t try anything on me, you may be a badass but I always keep some pretty sharp knives with me.
Shall we go now?