“I was talking to someone about Disposable Teens today and he said, ‘In Disposable Teens, “You say you want a revolution and I say you’re full of shit”. Are you saying that the people who listened to The White Album and wanted a revolution, have raised this whole generation of kids, and now they can’t understand them and are turning their views to something they would have never subscribed to?’
I said, ‘You finally fucking got that song.’”
— MM
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My favourite album.
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PARIS WITH RODARTE
just g0nna leave this here
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This is the thing: When you hit 28 or 30, everything begins to divide. You can see very clearly two kinds of people. On one side, people who have used their 20s to learn and grow, to find … themselves and their dreams, people who know what works and what doesn’t, who have pushed through to become real live adults. Then there’s the other kind, who are hanging onto college, or high school even, with all their might. They’ve stayed in jobs they hate, because they’re too scared to get another one. They’ve stayed with men or women who are good but not great, because they don’t want to be lonely. … they mean to develop intimate friendships, they mean to stop drinking like life is one big frat party. But they don’t do those things, so they live in an extended adolescence, no closer to adulthood than when they graduated.
Don’t be like that. Don’t get stuck. Move, travel, take a class, take a risk. There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. Don’t lose yourself at happy hour, but don’t lose yourself on the corporate ladder either. Stop every once in a while and go out to coffee or climb in bed with your journal.
Ask yourself some good questions like: “Am I proud of the life I’m living? What have I tried this month? … Do the people I’m spending time with give me life, or make me feel small? Is there any brokenness in my life that’s keeping me from moving forward?”
Now is your time. Walk closely with people you love, and with people who believe … life is a grand adventure. Don’t get stuck in the past, and don’t try to fast-forward yourself into a future you haven’t yet earned. Give today all the love and intensity and courage you can, and keep traveling honestly along life’s path.
” — Relevant magazine (via charliebravo)(Source: meredithbklyn, via theupwardglance)
Tales From The Tomb, July 1974
80 minutes in and another 10 to go.. and there has been no gore. Yet. And I like it. I’ve already made up my mind about this movie.
Carrying a movie with little dialogue, facial expressions and playing on our most primal fears makes for an effectively scary film. And one of the most effective strategies is the fact that we really don’t know what is going on until about the 50 minute mark when things start to get a little Wolf Creek. It’s up to us to let our minds wander to the worst-case-scenario; one of the most effective techniques in fear.
Since horror films really hit their peak in the 70s and 80s, it’s interesting to see that this film was shot with 16mm - popular in the 80s. The colours, fashion, style and 80s references are absolutely awesome. Ti West, the filmmaker has completely committed to making a retro-style movie. I absolutely loathe the films that have a retro look and feel, only for postmodernism purposes and nothing more.
Creep out accomplished.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had problems with people. Conflicts, bullying. Maybe it’s the same story everyone else will tell you – at the end of the day, we all have to live on the same planet together and we can’t always have things go our way.
A while ago, I had gone to my husband with an issue I was having with a coworker. I suppose at the time it was a big deal. Now that I look back on it, it wasn’t really. I didn’t really care about that person, nor were they my friend. They were just a co-worker to me. But still, my husband said to me “you always have problems with people. Maybe it’s not them, and it’s you.”. I was kind of caught off guard by that remark. But then I thought, maybe it IS me. I do have a tendency to open my mouth when I shouldn’t. And I say things that I think are acceptable but don’t realise that they might make people uncomfortable or hurt people.
I’m not a malicious person and I never set out on the intent to upset people – ever. But there is no such thing as “grey” for me. It’s either black or white. There is no middle ground. You’re my friend or you’re not. You’re an asshole or your the best person I’ve ever met. And so on. Some people find this strange, even brutal. But here’s what I think: I have no time for grey. The inevitable thing is – I’m going to die one day. I don’t know when. And I don’t know how. But I do not want to come to the end and realise that I’ve wasted my entire life living in the middle and accepting bs when I didn’t have to. I don’t have time for idiots and I don’t have time for bullshit arguments. I cut my losses and I move on from it or that person.
Death is always in the back of my mind. Perhaps that sounds negative or maybe it’s positive. Maybe it’s not either. But every day I wake up, I know that I’m going to die one day. I live for today, every day. After spending so many years wishing that I were dead and feeling like I was trapped in a prison that wouldn’t let me have my wish – I finally woke up one day and realised that I wanted to live more than anything in the world – and that my wishing for death scared me. And so my mortality is always in my mind.
I accept the fact that not everyone is like this and not everyone can handle my brutal honesty. Even when I’m trying not to be brutally honest, I seem to still come across brutal and crass without me ever knowing it. I guess it’s because I also don’t know any other way to be.
This is who I am. I will never change. I will never apologize for saying something that I know in my heart of hearts is right. But I will apologise to those I love whom I have hurt with my words because I am truly sorry I have hurt them. I am open for opinions and I will listen – I always listen to opinions, because they are important in my growth as a person. But I don’t listen to personal attacks on me for no warranted reason. THAT is grey. And I have no time for that, or for you. So, goodbye.
my confidence quickly faded when i realised i was in a room that was larger than life. but was colourless. white and black. there was a suit of armor standing tall in the corner of the room. i sat in a chair in front of him. i’ve always wanted to own a suit of armor. i thought they were the epitome of a haunted house. the absolute element that a haunted house required for it to be … a haunted house. as if you would somehow expect the suit to come alive at night and it would walk up and down the halls as you huddled under the covers willing it to stop. thinking you were just dreaming. thinking that if you could just make it through the night to see the light of day, everything would be all right again.
and then of course, there was the moose head looking down at me from the wall. i suppose another element of a haunted house. but there was no fireplace. i’d always think that a haunted house should have a fireplace. probably because they had them in the movies. an empty hole in the wall that would eventually be covered with a piece of garish furniture. because having that empty hole looking at you at night in the darkness begins to creep you out.
and that clock. the white, lifeless cuckoo clock. it was cold. nothing like what you’d see in say, a munich pub where the beer is flowing. You can’t be sure if you’re hot because you’re drunk or because everyone in munich is crowded into this tiny space. it made sounds - it sounded like a tiny wooden bird was struggling to get out and it never did.
it was rainy, cold, windy and wet outside. and somehow, i would have preferred if i were out there. than in that room.
750000 suicide attepts a year, 62500 a month, 2064 a day, 85 per hour, 50 per minute and 0.8 per second. Be thankful for your life <3
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