cholo, my friend’s band on spin.com
this is how life works...
so two days ago, i stole a roll of toilet paper from the bar i was hanging out at, cause i’m that broke.
yesterday, i get a call from the agent and managers saying we’ve closed the deal.
what a difference a day makes:)
i wish i had this movie on dvd. it’s sooooo good.
“ the terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years — if it ever did end — began, so far as i know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.
first line of “it” by stephen king
pathology was dark and twisted and fucked up, and i admire it for going all the way.
there needs to be more movies out there that aren’t afraid to go all the way…
i’m bored with a life that
includes laundry.
my sunday’s are meant for
cold sheets folded between
me and another warm body.
for champagne and orange
juice to compliment a view
of laziness.
for pencil and paper and
revolutionary thoughts.
i have not opened my blinds
to greet the day.
“ Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up save in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless- it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
C.S. Lewis (via scout)
“ we are what we repeatedly do. excellence then is not an act but a habit.
aristotle
