Pseudo Savant

There was this big bang once, now we're left here to fill in the blanks.

This is incredibly mesmerizing. 

I hope the 70’s never come back and I wish this band never broke up.

I stayed up listening to Angel Olsen in my room last night and now I can’t stop.
I remember meeting her in a dusty and sweaty venue above an Ethiopian restaurant here in Portland. She was outside on the patio, surrounded by people but sitting alone. We talked about Nashville, Portland, Chicago, her being a musician, alcohol, and whatever else. In the morning I discovered her music. If I would’ve known then what I know now, I wouldn’t have been able to imagine in a hundred years what I would’ve said to her.

I wish it were the same
as it is in my mind
I am lighter on my feet 
when I’ve left some things behind

(Source: alexithymiadaily)

Go to sleep, you sucker.

I was given a gift today.

  • things we hated as children: being spanked and naps
  • things we love as adults: being spanked and naps

Second day in a row I’m here during my lunch drinking a gin and tonic instead of eating. Yesterday, it felt necessary as I had to write something to somebody that would make me feel like a resolute and reasonable man.
Today, I feel it necessary as I have to put my two weeks in to my supervisor; a woman who will most likely cry out of frustration when I tell her yet another person is leaving her team. She’s going to feel like the rug was pulled right out from under her. This doesn’t feel good, as minuscule of a problem that it is to be mine—It’s not.

Always the empath.

I’m still thinking of everything you said last night. I’m wondering if the gin and saké was something you felt you needed, too.

Holy shit. I used to live next door to this bowling alley here in Portland. Strange to reblog this from a human who lives in Madrid.

(Source: swamped, via kmccarlie)

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