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Two Girls Kissing
They Spent Their Wild Youthful Days In The Glittering World Of The Salons (1996)

(via pop-snacking)


"Ennen" by Cosmic Church, from last year’s Ylistys.

(Source: risingthealphaaxis)

David Sedaris is speaking at W&B and TWIABP is playing the Bug Jar tonight and even though I hate both things equally I want to get hammered and badger one of them and get kicked out because of how much my life pisses me off right now.

Neighbor has been fixing a part of his roof that the tree took off when it fell last year, and sometimes he’ll stand outside in his backyard wearing wellies, a purple windbreaker and orange sweatpants, and he stares up at this patch of bare underlayment with these awful trapezoidal sunglasses. he does this at the same time every day, rain or shine, for no more than 20 minutes. he often shakes his head in dismissal, or maybe, because it’s urban upstate new york, it’s a shake of disappointment. somehow this is a satisfying notion to me. i can study a man study a roof without him even so much as considering the fact that i can see him from my window. i watch him work through an idea, climb the ladder very deliberately, hammer a few things in place, then admit defeat when it doesn’t work. he’s my favorite character study. i don’t know what i’ll do with myself when we move from this view.


i wanted to change
as if being discarded were that easy
and the nights ended up being that empty

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