08 Nov 09
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menstrom:

The 65 of ‘65 #57

The Righteous Brothers - Unchained Melody

Back in June, I posted this song and posited that 1965 was the best year in the history of music. This hypothesis gave birth to my project of selecting the 65 best songs from the year in question. After five months and 57 58 songs, I challenge anyone to prove my inital claim wrong.

Previously: The Byrds - Turn! Turn! Turn!

Up Next: The Beatles - We Can Work it Out

My favorite song.

08 Nov 09
I am not young enough to know everything.
— Oscar Wilde (via quote-book) (via brittanyorange)
08 Nov 09

Today sucked. Horribly. Very badly. I can’t think of anything to make it better so homework and passing out it is.

08 Nov 09
bethlehems:

(via tsunamis)

I loved this.

bethlehems:

(via tsunamis)

I loved this.


08 Nov 09

The shit has hit the fan, Part 17.

08 Nov 09
07 Nov 09
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it?
It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it
opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside
you and mess you up. You build up these defenses,
you build this whole suit of armor, so that nothing can
hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any
other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life.
You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it.
They do something dumb one day, like kiss you or
smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own any more.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out
and leaves you crying in the darkness, working its
way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.
not just in the mind. It’s a soul hurt, a body hurt, a
real gets inside you and rips you apart pain. I hate love.

-Neil Gaiman

(via quote-book)

(via brittanyorange)

07 Nov 09

txtsfrmlstnght:

(850): I’ve drank myself into a smaller pants size. Who ever said alcoholism was unhealthy was mistaken.


06 Nov 09

txtsfrmlstnght:

(503): she gave me a handjob while we were watching elf…. it’s that time of year again!!


06 Nov 09
Even if we can’t be together, we’ll be friends now and forever.

I Will Come to You by Hanson (via lyricallysomething)

Hahaha, even if it is Hanson.