“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”—Charles Bukowski (via bokura)
YAAAAAAY. OMG living things is too amaaaazing. I’m dying. Thanks Hachi for showing me the iTunes streaming link <3 Now time to listen to it non-stop while attempting to study for physics/chem.
I’m so glad Linkin’ Park’s still active, so many good bands are just disappearing off, and it’s so depressing. Where are you Benjamin Burnley /sobs. I can’t help but love how experimental they are, each song is so different and unique. Their music is so indescribably amazing. alkwfejwla. CHESTER’S VOICE. the guitar. the bass. the percussion. lkajwfelwajklef.
I’ll Be Gone and Castle of Glass is so beautiful. And I’m falling in love with Burn It Down again.
OKAY. JUNE TWENTY-SIXTH. I can wait.
And once again I’m reminded of the fact that they’re coming to Calgary on September 1st, and we won’t be able to see them )’: It’s so sad. But I don’t want to see it without you, it’s no fun if there’s no one else to go through the obsession and post-concert depression with me (: Promise, we’ll see them one day. Adding onto our never-ending list of bands to see before we (or they) die haha.
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
“I’ve got a bad case of the 3:00 A.M. guilts—you know, when you lie in bed awake and replay all those things you didn’t do right? Because, as we all know, nothing solves insomnia like a nice warm glass of regret, depression, and self-loathing. Okay, I don’t really hate myself. But I do piss myself off—quite a bit, actually—and sometimes I need a good, stern talking-to about important elements in my life.”—D.D. Barrent (via larmoyante)