What the fuck, pal? why are you bleching all over my post?
i just now saw this over two years later.
i believe i was blecch-ing more at the melancholy it reminds me of because of it’s greatness at conveying said melancholy.
bummer they don’t have a book that advises them in all matters of life.
Alejandro Cartagena captured Mexican workers on their way to job sites in Car Poolers.
just in the off chance anyone seeing this ever rides in the back of a truck like this, FEET FORWARD, YO!
your neck has this weird aversion to being jammed up against things very suddenly.
wye oak - civilian
i don’t need another friend,
when, most of them,
i can barely keep up with them.
perfectly able to hold my own hand,
but i still can’t kiss my own neck.
such an awesome lyric.
“i just fucking wanted the one”
is this from the new godzilla?
lemon ricotta pancakes with berry sauce.
ted leo and the pharmacists - bomb.repeat.bomb.
and when the crying starts, you won’t have to see their bloodshot eyes turn red.
and when the dying starts, you won’t have to know a thing about who’s dead.
this is your mission - like television - where the good guys always win.
and we’re gonna win again, because you’re gonna,