outkast // happy valentine’s day

I post this song every year and I’m afraid of change.

(Source: carry-onbaggage)

deYarmond edison // bones

and i’m so far from not caring.

Last night, I talked to one of my best friends on the phone outside the bar. It was the kind of conversation I always dream about having - about something nice we did for each other, a long time ago.

I had a great day today.

But tonight, I found out that someone is spreading rumors about me at work. Rumors that just aren’t true, but could be seen to impact my job performance in a negative way. I had my first review this week, and it wasn’t great. It definitely wasn’t what I expected, to the extent that it could have a strange explanation. I would say that you assume you won’t have to deal with this kind of thing once you’re an adult, but I am old enough to know better.

So what do I do? Keep in mind, I work for my dad, somewhat by accident. But that does give me the power to take down pretty much whomever I want, within reason. It’s a power I don’t use, because that’s not the way I am. But it’s a power I could invoke, if I needed to. And it’s a power that makes me feel awkward.

I keep thinking of some anonymous reality show I saw where the women get in a fight, and one of them ends up yelling, “You don’t fuck with my money!” Because, step off.

So I scheduled a meeting at Brainco, in the same city as those same best friends, and I’m hoping that I wake up tomorrow and forget to look back.

lord huron // time to run

Well, I hope you live the life you want to.

If it looks like it does in Wisconsin where you are today, I’d suggest you get your hands on this album. A faux fur vest from Forever 21 is also recommended, but I’ll leave that up to you.

Rick Ross - 100 Black Coffins

A current thing that I’m doing is obsessing over Rick Ross. Current unattainable goal: Getting him to follow me on Instagram.

My opinions on the subject don’t matter, but this song was one of my favorite parts of Django. I’ve been obsessed with modern music used in historical fiction since A Knight’s Tale. (I wish this version didn’t have the voiceover in the beginning).

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Good luck out there.

sexmusic:

the apocalypse song // st. vincent

download: amazon mp3 | itunes

Gotye & Notorious B.I.G. // Somebody That I Used To Know // Dead Wrong remix

I have this reoccurring dream in which I take out a full page ad in the New York Times that says, “Sorry I was such a drunk bitch in college.”

I’ve been sleeping until 8:05 every day this week.

Like, I can’t get over this dream.

Bob Dylan // Song to Woody

Maybe I’ll quit this blog and start one called “Songs played at the end of Mad Men, and why.”

Cam’ron featuring Kanye West // Down and Out

You got pets? Me too - mine are dead
Fox, minks, gators that’s necessary
Accessories; my closet’s “Pet Sematary”
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo

I volunteer at the Humane Society and all that too, but try to tell me you can listen to that verse without laughing.

Whoa, thanks guys. I totally forgot that I queued that after an extremely rough weekend of fighting the good fight in bars all over Milwaukee in the lead up to our Republican primary. So, phew, glad it went okay. Here’s a happy song for us all to enjoy now, because, as I said at the end to most of my surprisingly successful arguments, it’s just life.

theswingingsixties:

Francoise Hardy — J’suis d’accord  - 1962

(Source: updownsmilefrown, via theswinginsixties)

Nicki Minaj // Massive Attack (featuring Sean Garrett)

God, I used to throw so much hate on this track and I have absolutely no idea why because the part about the tom-toms is absolutely perfect. Now that Roman Reloaded has been leaked, I started listening to this, metaphorically shaking my fists at the sky and shouting, “REMEMBER THE GOOD TIMES!”

(Source: comptegouttes)

Tom Waits // Who Are You?

We would talk about death like it was something you could feel.  We imagined you would be lucid throughout, like it was kind of the sensation of trying fruitlessly to fight your way back, and finally realizing you were unable to.  The death, we decided, was that last second you were able to feel, when you realized that you never would again.  From my perspective, which he never quite realized, this meant people died hundreds of times every lifetime and quietly, stoically recovered.  I could imagine this mad clamoring inside, trying so hard to reverse events that were out of your control, silently bartering with an unknowable force – maybe if you took back a cigarette here, went for a longer jog there – an eternal wondering if, with a simple touch of moisturizer, you could have lengthened your life.  “The answer’s probably no,” he would always say heartlessly, pinching out the end of another cigarette and shaking his head at me, because his response was typical of my reaction to unnecessary displays of optimism.  He couldn’t understand this because he didn’t know what it felt like to think about it.  He had only the thought of how an uncertain death might make him feel.  He didn’t know that this thought produced in me a similar feeling to the thought of unexpectedly losing him, eventually.  He didn’t know I ritualistically prepared for death every day.

…

In these days when the opportunity to fancy oneself a casual writer is available to any fantastic narcissist with an internet connection and a workable knowledge of the hunt and peck typing method, it is possible for me to know more about casual acquaintances who could barely give me the time of day than I know about people whom I’ve known my entire life. Now, with a better view of your back than I know I’ll ever have of your face, it terrifies me. It terrifies me to realize that the intimacy I now share with complete strangers makes my casual knowledge of your life inconsequential. 

Vampire Weekend // Run

And I don’t think your eyes have ever looked surprised…

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