I worry about innocence. I worry every time I find myself imagining someone as innocent, or as ever having been innocent. No one mentions innocence unless they mean to point out how something isn’t anymore. To point to something and call it innocent is to suggest that it won’t be for too long, or that it’s so stupid nothing will ever get through, no matter how awful. No one says innocent unless they mean doomed.
Hi world. I’ve been sick all week with Strep and it’s finally going down but I’m tired all the time and I am not a very pleasant panda right now.
My major accomplishments today were:
- Putting on real clothes after work
- Picking up Chinese food
- Waiting until 7:30 to put on a sweater
Oi vae. And I’m waiting on blood test results because I’m a neurotic. I keep having these really fatalistic nightmares involving horrible diagnoses and my own gradual death. Also, a whole fresh crop of weird high school dreams which is odd because I didn’t even have those when I was in high school.
Oh well, tea and sleep make me feel better! And baths! I’d say music too but most of my songs these days are sentimental and cryptic ballads on the frailty of the human condition. So … those aren’t really helping.
(Source: tyrion-lannister, via yvettetrujillo)
Cover of Lady Gaga’s “Telephone” on the koto and shakuhachi by Team Kozan
that shakuhachi player is really rocking it
there’s nothing I don’t love about this
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(via dunsen-polliver-raff)
fuck you drawn together jokes are totally still relevant in 2013
This song still gives me goosebumps. It’s officially been too long since I’ve seen him play live.
I’m in love with Dan Mangan and I always will be
