(Source: divine-and-dead, via annapriestley)
I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’
Kurt Vonnegut
Cats
“Hi. What you cats up to?”
His ‘cats’; that brazenly pretentious turn of phrase, had dropped from his mouth and disappeared amongst his words so quickly that it seemed almost apologetic. As if it were something he could not have helped but pick up.
He was long and angular, except for his boyish face where full cheeks rose from a sharp jaw into flushed, fat cheekbones. His uncut fringe fell into large long-lashed eyes, and his pupils, wide with dope and energy, seemed incapable of focusing, but just looked through whatever was in front of them, apparently into the ether beyond. He used his hands when he spoke, and blew perfectly formed smoke rings after every other suck of the joint; something which amused no one more than himself.
He said that he had arrived alone; he had been at an industry affair in a warehouse nearby, so had called the host of the current gathering – an old friend, their dealer had introduced them – to say that he was in the neighbourhood. When he had opened the front door onto a room of the host’s old school friends and comfortable acquaintances, it had taken a moment for anyone to notice. He was so contrary to the ambience of the room, it took the drunken collective mind of the guests a significant pause before it could register the anomalous presence of its latest component. Contentedly unannounced, he had prowled through the sparse, white rooms of the house, tracing the wafting scent of tobacco and weed.
How to seduce your English tutor, part one.
Drunk Girls
love is an astronaut
it comes back but it’s never the same
Music
If it doesn’t make you want to close your eyes and scream whilst driving really really fast with the windows down on a windy day and in actual fact cause you to almost not quite but nearly crash into something/one while driving and if you don’t feel that even if you did crash and burn and die it would be okay because every ounce of you is just filled with this sound so that your very last thoughts would be of the mindshocking feeling of being completely imbued with something other than yourself, something as completely defeating as a drug and as potent as making love but with the subtlety of a fever so that by the time you know it is within you it has already devoured any inclination you might have had to resist – well then that just isn’t good enough.
Pain
The unappreciated grace of pain , particularly emotional pain, is that two types of pain tend to have issues occupying the same space at the same time. Sometimes, this gives you a choice. You can thus dedicate yourself to one in order to subvert the other.
When choosing between two pains: always pick the one which means the most. Pain which contributes nothing to your understanding of yourself is completely self-destructive. This will ultimately cause more hurt long-term, even if the pain you choose may seem the greater one.
Dan Deacon - Paddling Ghost
I originally found this through Lennon’s blog. It is coincidentally the most ridiculously uplifting video; cheerful with a hint of sadism running through it. Perfect for when one is feeling miserable. You can never have too many remedies for melancholy, no matter how trivial.
