“This is a love song, which, if you’re familiar with my love songs, means that something is going to have to get broken before it gets done, and then two or more people will have to gather around the broken pieces that remain and try to read them like fortune tellers divining the future in animal entrails. I have some news for the people in this song and for anyone who shares their notions: animal entrails can’t tell you anything. The future will be brighter if you stop breaking stuff, no matter how exhilarated it makes you feel in the short term. What is the use, though, in trying to convince our lovers that the road to ecstasy doesn’t pass through the valley of total damage? It’s not that they want to “learn it the hard way.” It’s that they don’t want to learn.”—John Darnielle on his song Psalms 40:2, courtesy of Jesse Burke (via sheol) (via fuckyeahthemountaingoats) (via therichgirlsareweeping)
release (ethiopium) is the drug… an animal howl says it all… notes pour into the caste of freedom…. the freedom to be intense… to defy social order and break the slow kill monotony of censorship… to break from the long bonds of servitude-ruthless adoration of the celestial shepherd. let us celebrate our own flesh-to embrace not one race mais the marathon-to never let go this fiery sadness called desire.
all honor goes to the runner who would still seek glory in the heart of failure.
I always read Lindsey Lohan’s Tweets in other blogs, and I am always so intrigued/appalled/still want to be her best friend/feel really sad for humanity. but mostly, I am left with so many questions. this is no exception. the main question being: upon reading the phrase “Ellen Page in a Mini Coop” do I immediately Google image search that phrase, or do I just die of cute before I can even type words? the answer is yes. I seriously, seriously cannot be at work right now. also omg so excited for that one movie.