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August 20th
1,576 notes
5:43 pm

If you find a boy who can sing along to every word of this song (making him as much of a huge fuckin’ dag as you are), let him hang around for a while.

(Source: classicrockneverdies)

August 20th
15 notes
4:57 pm

One at a time please, fellas.

One at a time please, fellas.

August 14th
5 notes
9:10 pm

(Source: withabang)

August 14th
11 notes
5:31 pm

My ex refollowed me on Twitter the other day and the guy I am currently seeing followed me today so now I have to be VERY CAREFUL about what I say on there because of those two so pls prepare for this thing to become even more of a toilet dumping ground for my ridiculous inane thoughts I’m so so sorry

August 12th
11 notes
6:08 pm

One of the nicest things anyone has said to me recently is “I like you because you challenge me and you don’t just melt into a puddle that I have to throw rocks into to cause a ripple”.

August 12th
404 notes
12:33 pm

I have been listening almost exclusively to Rilo Kiley lately. Jenny forever.

(Source: anvitality)

August 10th
16 notes
12:08 pm

That gr8 feel when you run into the dumbass who dumped you a month ago on the street while you are with the cuter boy you are currently pashing on and you look cute as hell and dumbass does not \m/

August 9th
103,949 notes
1:17 pm

huffingtonpost:

HERE’S WHAT ‘YELLOW FEVER’ REALLY MEANS

"All my ex-girlfriends are Asian."

If you’ve ever come across this charming come-on, you’ve probably been exposed to yellow fever

For her full rant watch the video here.

I jokingly accuse all the boys I kiss of having yellow fever but when it’s for real, get the heck away from me pls.

(via lil-c0met)

August 6th
9 notes
1:03 pm

I’ve been back from my trip for a week and a half now, and I think it has filled me with some kind of wanderlust, but doesn’t that happen to everybody? It was a wonderful time, meeting new people and doing new things, but sometimes it also felt lonely and strange. It was nice to see all my friends the day I got home, but I also saw my ex for the first time since we broke up that day, and that was both lovely and devastating. We are working towards a friendship and I really believe we are getting there, but it feels bittersweet to see a familiar face and know that there is a force field around it.
When I was in Chicago, I met a group of teenage boys at my hostel who were also going to Pitchfork festival. We became friends and spent the next couple of days hanging out and watching live music, and when they drove back to Ohio at the end of the weekend we said we would stay in touch. One of them has been emailing me and telling me about his hopes and dreams for college, and that he doesn’t know anything about relationships yet, and asking me about what I was like when I was on the brink of adulthood and what it’s like for me now and how I see the world. It feels very odd being looked up to in that way, as someone who might know anything about what it means to be a functioning adult. I have found these conversations instructive in their own way, and I’m blown away by the profundity this kid is capable of. I sometimes write off younger people as being naive or stupid, but I’m happy to say I’m wrong, if some of them are this perceptive. It’s been a nice thing, to be able to exchange my ideas with someone who is entirely different to me.
So now I am back in Melbourne and I feel stifled in some ways. I know this is because my job is not fulfilling and I spend my days off sleeping and browsing the internet, instead of doing things that matter. I used the breakup as a crutch but I know I can’t do that any longer. So where’s next for me? I have been playing more music - doing weekly rehearsals with the local orchestra, which has been great, and looking into other projects. I’ve begun to think more seriously about my major goal, which is to write or otherwise produce the story of my family and how it’s affected me into a tangible creative work. Art Spiegelman’s Maus is a good point of reference for the type of thing I’d like to do. I have a habit of making goals and ignoring them or making excuses for myself as to why I can’t achieve them, but I’m very tired of this now and I’m trying my best to make a proper change.
Lastly, what is important for me is to stop relying on men to validate my existence. I spoke to my psychologist about this several months ago and he said that post-breakup, it is fine for me to date or whatever, but that I must focus on “individuating”. I’ve been trying to do this, too. It doesn’t mean that I’m not seeing anyone or kissing any boys, because I have been doing both of those things, which have been a new experience for me, having never “dated” in the past and only being involved in year-plus relationships. I think this has been instructive and rewarding in its own way, but I’m finding as I progress through it, I am putting less and less import on each person and just enjoying the moments for what they are, rather than assigning too much meaning to them. This is a really good step for me and I hope to be able to continue it, because I know I’m worthy and great and all of this, whether or not a guy is telling me so. 
2014 has been a year of so many changes, and I am really trying to take the reins now, quarter life crisis be damned. It was a good change to get away for a little while, but now I am back and I want to make the most of everything.

I’ve been back from my trip for a week and a half now, and I think it has filled me with some kind of wanderlust, but doesn’t that happen to everybody? It was a wonderful time, meeting new people and doing new things, but sometimes it also felt lonely and strange. It was nice to see all my friends the day I got home, but I also saw my ex for the first time since we broke up that day, and that was both lovely and devastating. We are working towards a friendship and I really believe we are getting there, but it feels bittersweet to see a familiar face and know that there is a force field around it.

When I was in Chicago, I met a group of teenage boys at my hostel who were also going to Pitchfork festival. We became friends and spent the next couple of days hanging out and watching live music, and when they drove back to Ohio at the end of the weekend we said we would stay in touch. One of them has been emailing me and telling me about his hopes and dreams for college, and that he doesn’t know anything about relationships yet, and asking me about what I was like when I was on the brink of adulthood and what it’s like for me now and how I see the world. It feels very odd being looked up to in that way, as someone who might know anything about what it means to be a functioning adult. I have found these conversations instructive in their own way, and I’m blown away by the profundity this kid is capable of. I sometimes write off younger people as being naive or stupid, but I’m happy to say I’m wrong, if some of them are this perceptive. It’s been a nice thing, to be able to exchange my ideas with someone who is entirely different to me.

So now I am back in Melbourne and I feel stifled in some ways. I know this is because my job is not fulfilling and I spend my days off sleeping and browsing the internet, instead of doing things that matter. I used the breakup as a crutch but I know I can’t do that any longer. So where’s next for me? I have been playing more music - doing weekly rehearsals with the local orchestra, which has been great, and looking into other projects. I’ve begun to think more seriously about my major goal, which is to write or otherwise produce the story of my family and how it’s affected me into a tangible creative work. Art Spiegelman’s Maus is a good point of reference for the type of thing I’d like to do. I have a habit of making goals and ignoring them or making excuses for myself as to why I can’t achieve them, but I’m very tired of this now and I’m trying my best to make a proper change.

Lastly, what is important for me is to stop relying on men to validate my existence. I spoke to my psychologist about this several months ago and he said that post-breakup, it is fine for me to date or whatever, but that I must focus on “individuating”. I’ve been trying to do this, too. It doesn’t mean that I’m not seeing anyone or kissing any boys, because I have been doing both of those things, which have been a new experience for me, having never “dated” in the past and only being involved in year-plus relationships. I think this has been instructive and rewarding in its own way, but I’m finding as I progress through it, I am putting less and less import on each person and just enjoying the moments for what they are, rather than assigning too much meaning to them. This is a really good step for me and I hope to be able to continue it, because I know I’m worthy and great and all of this, whether or not a guy is telling me so. 

2014 has been a year of so many changes, and I am really trying to take the reins now, quarter life crisis be damned. It was a good change to get away for a little while, but now I am back and I want to make the most of everything.

August 1st
2,165 notes
11:44 am

Someone told me to listen to Nashville Skyline and I did that this morning. I love Dylan but his back catalogue is so vast that I’ve barely made a dent in it. Today was the first time I ever heard this version of Girl From The North Country, with Johnny Cash, and my breath caught in my throat.

(Source: yohohoandabottleofrum)

s.t.