awellwrittenlife replied to your photo: in all seriousness though here is my favourite…

Whose left?

left as you’re looking

I’m that super cute lady with the glasses

whenever I try to ask my dad how long it took him to grow his beard he gets really vague and claims not to really remember

(I am asking because all attempts to grow facial hair so far have ended in DISASTER)

do you think my dad actually stole his beard from an elderly decrepit woman pushing a pram or something and he doesn’t want to implicate me in case the feds come round in a few years

if being an odd-looking dude who stumbles around with his pigeon toes muttering to himself and running his fingers through his hair that shoots off in all directions and goes home to be obsessed with doctor who and neutral milk hotel and writing really bad sci-fi is WRONG

…

I was gonna put “then I don’t wanna be RIGHT” but okay fair enough I will try to work on it

slightlyacidicmilkhotel:

• “this is the room one afternoon i knew i could love you/and from above you how i sank into your soul/intothat secret place where no-one dares to go” -King of Carrot Flowers, part 1

• “there in the parlor all naked in front of me/watching the light from the cracks making archery animal designs”- Oh Sister

• “in the parlor with a moon across her face…and in the dark we will take off our clothes” -Two-Headed Boy

this is the one series of jeff’s lyrics i keep coming back to because it’s evoking this powerful image of being alone with someone and seeing them in a certain way for the first time. the way he frames it is them taking off their clothes and standing there naked and you suddenly seeing them, this person you already know, maybe known for a long time, maybe been curious about for a long time, and you’re seeing them naked and you realise that this is the person you love and you know you know them completely this way with no illusions and in this way you’re inside them.

and lots of people will maybe try to correct me by saying that one of jeff’s main themes is love and affection beyond just physical things. he writes a whole song about it on “On Avery Island” and there are hints to it all through his work. an old track of his called “Sailing Through” starts with him explaining it as “it sounds like it’s about sex; it’s just about getting inside people but not in that way.”

but what i’m saying is it’s more complex than that, there’s spiritual and physical sides to people and there’s different ways they connect but they’re interwoven a lot of the time. and maybe jeff doesn’t realise it but that’s what’s in his lyrics; a profound connection with someone where the physical and spiritual overlap. talking about tongues in teeth and semen staining mountaintops and pushing fingers through mouths to make voices smooth and sweet. if you’re curious in that way about someone, if you’ve known them for a while, when you see them naked for the first time it can be deeper or more “real” for you in a way that’s hard to explain. and seeing them like that, baring everything for you, obviously shows a certain trust or an intimacy with that person. that’s not to say that you feel an emotional connection with every person you fuck but jeff’s relationship is with someone who he comes to discover spiritually when he discovers them physically.

what i’m saying is sometimes you can have these situations where you begin to love someone not just physically or spiritually but their physical self becomes a reflection of how you see them inside and then all their little imperfections and shit can just fade out on their own and any small piece of them can just take on this whole new dimension because of the way each of you have crafted something into each other. and if it seems like none of this makes sense then it probably doesn’t.

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i’m sleeping less and worrying more. I’m waking up at all hours smelling entirely of sweat. I’m doing less and less, shuddering, wandering around at night, taking any chance to listen to the only music that makes me feel better.

i’m caring less about everything. that’s what really worries me. nothing pricks my interest, nothing moves me to anger or sadness any more. it’s awful because depression makes you withdraw and personalise the world and make you unable to look outside your own problems but then when you rationally see how the issues of others are on such a greater scale than yours you see how selfish you are for your apathy and the self-hatred just perpetuates itself.

but the truth is honestly i don’t care about most of the shit around me anymore, and i don’t care about myself too much either, i don’t care if things get worse, if i get sadder, if other people get drawn in or pushed away, i don’t think about their problems too much, i don’t care if the whole world comes tumbling down, i don’t care if i take my own life in the end. really all i care is about listening to this album over and over and over again and thinking about her and how she’s dead and she’ll never ever ever come back.

don’t hate me when i get up to leave.

(via fullcreammilkhotel)

Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading (via flikka)

Invitation to a Beheading is such a fantastic and bizarre book and y’all should read it. 

(via booklover)