September 2011
1 post
IM DUMB
July 2011
1 post
asimpletouch:
I reallyreallyrealllly want to see Fleet Foxes at the end of September in Brooklyn…but I will be in school 7 hours away…I would so come down to see them, but it is either an okay price for a reaaally long bus ride or a little bit more pricey for an hour long plane…I would have the money saved up but do I really want to spend it for this (yes I do). bahhh I don’t know. plus they are...
February 2011
2 posts
yo people who actually care
i haven’t used this blog in a while but have gotten really into the blog i have to do for my photo arts class.. so if you’re interested in keepin up with my thoughts and my work, follow me here:
http://kaitlineganphoto.tumblr.com/
thx bye
January 2011
2 posts
Watchthedailywhat:
In Case You Missed It of the Day: Jon Stewart offers his thoughts on the tragic shooting in Tucson.
[tds.]
See Also: Stephen Colbert’s reaction.
interesting to see jon stewart off the prompter. truly genuine insight on the situation. i wish they did this kind of thing more often
December 2010
3 posts
Kali Quinn's cure to depression:
sleep, eat good food, do really stupid shit to strangers, make sure you eat chocolate, at least two cups of coffee a day, dance, driving jam sessions, and friends as much time with friends as can, and writing, and crying, and screaming going blagidyblooblooblap, and hugs lots and lots of hugs.. after that you should be cured
i love her
this is the story of the boys who loved you
who love you now and loved you then
some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you
and some just laid around in bed
some had crumbled you straight to your knees
did it cruel, did it tenderly
some had crawled their way into your heart
to rend your ventricles apart
this is the story of the boys who loved you
November 2010
5 posts
the funniest thing i've ever seen
sarcasticindiefucks:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HA HA HA HA HA HA
I'm going to drink tonight
imperial-bedrooms:
I KNOW THIS KID ON TUMBLR- IM GOING TO DRINK WITH HIM
the arc of time,
the stench of sex,
the innocence you can’t protect.
each quarter note,
each marble step,
walk up and down that lonely treble clef
being in college tests the limits of every part of your body especially your brain but also your whole other body besides your brain. if i were to map out the hours of my sleep schedule on a weekly planner i wouldnt know what the fuck to make of it. i dont even know where i am right now. holy crap
October 2010
10 posts
HELLO
I LOVE YOU WONT YOU TELL ME YOUR NAME. INSTEAD OF SMILING AT ME AND BEING MYSTERIOUS? YEAH THANKKK YOu
custodians
i have connections with them here
Wouldn't life be so much easier if things went...
"I like you"
"I like you too"
"we should go out"
"Okay, let's."
ive done exactly that. wrote him a letter. we've been dating since. just do it.
theresariotcoming-deactivated20 asked: haha i guess so. :) i feel like were usually on a similar wavelength, no?
i miss late night/early morning drives to and from new york with my best friends with bruce or bobby or jeff or conor blasting with the windows down speeding on an empty freeway that at any other time would be full. and i miss laying in my living room laughing with cait and lying on my front lawn til 4 in the morning with lucas and the passenger seat of coles car and hannahs room and hannahs...
The Fifty-third Calypso of the Books of Bokonon
Oh, a sleeping drunkard Up in Central Park, And a lion-hunter In the jungle dark, And a Chinese dentist, And a British queen— All fit together In the same machine. Nice, nice, very nice; Nice, nice, very nice; Nice, nice, very nice— So many different people In the same device.
-KV
The Last Rites of Bokononism
God made mud. God got lonesome. So God said to some of the mud, “Sit up!” “See all I’ve made,” said God, “the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars.” And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud. I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done. Nice going, God. Nobody but you could have done it, God! I certainly...
whatswrongwiththispicture:
There are certain people I can have a better conversation with while walking, and there are certain people I can have a better conversation with while sitting down.
The End.
THIS IS SO TRUE OH MYGOD
SpoDick: Is there such thing as Individuality... →
spodick:
Is it just me or is it “In style” to be an individual? I know it’s weird to say but there are so many people in the world that think they are unique or at least try to be and honestly, it just goes along with everyone else. It’s like how being a “Hipster” is in style. I have been called one way…
its true and it actually translates into photo as an art.. im only saying this...
September 2010
5 posts
I WANT TO FUCKING PUNCH ALPHABETIZING THE...
are you using excel?! its super easy with excel!
thought photo project was due wednesday. due today. found out at 12 last night. skipped class to do it. shit shit shit shit shit shithithsihsishit 5/8 done 3 to g000000000)))))0 fuckeverything
HEY Y'ALL!
for my photo arts class we have to keep a journal relating to photography- artists who inspire us, photographs we love, ideas we have for images, images that we’ve taken, etc. i’ve created a blog, thinking it would be easier than writing, copy and pasting images into a real journal. so, if you’re interested in keepin up with what i’m doing with my art, WHICH YOU SHOULD BE...
so it goes
kollege
is great so far. my floor is fucking unbelievable (photo house- practically all photo majors, and all are interested in photo [obviously]) and i can really compare the society of it to that of congress, which is good, because it makes me feel a little bit at home. everyone, for the most part, is friendly and welcoming and looking for a good time (even the older kids, maybe even especially them).
...
July 2010
8 posts
c.o.
it happened the way i always dreamed it would. WHAT THE FUCK.
details to follow at a later date.
July 31-August 1, 2010
With Lucas:
Depart LaGuardia to Chicago at 6AM. Depart Chicago, arrive in OMAHA, NE at 10:46AM
Take cab from airport to downtown Benson, Omaha. Arrive at park.
Watch my favorite man in the world play with his band Bright Eyes, and his band (which has been disbanded for 10 years or so) Desaparacidos play for the first time since their breakup. Also, Cursive, Lullaby for the Working Class, and a...
i really need to reorganize or make a new flickr.. and take new pictures.
how i want to remember
As the world has been spinning forever and the patience has waned and hope is merely a figment of your imagination, it comes to a final revolution to pause and let the world present itself to you in entirely new light without passing faces and obligations to pull you along and drag you behind. And in that moment the world becomes as clear as it may have seemed on the first day your eyes rested...
something new
you dive in not knowing when you’ll hit the bottom or how long you can hold your breath or how much treading your body can handle, but you jump in regardless. and there’s that instant refreshment, that coolness that consumes your body as you float for the first couple of seconds, sinking a bit, letting your soul soak in the feeling. the only thing to do is to remain drifting, sinking,...
the stenches of summer are hard to wash away. we cure sunburn with more sun and drunkenness with more liquor and day by day we get a bit darker and a bit more tolerant and who knows what state we’ll be in once this season spews us out?
when is the line drawn between the joke and the offense and the casual and serious and the like and love and the mistake and intention and the boredom and relaxation and the fun and insane and the spring and summer or does it all just blur together into one massive collection of things and places and times and actions that have no distinction from one another and if thats the case are we living or...
June 2010
7 posts
Thoughts Du Jour...: I’m tired of going on flickr... →
I’m tired of going on flickr to look at other people’s work. It’s nice to see what other people are doing, to admire their art, to draw inspiration from their creativity.
I have an account on a site that is made for photographers, and I consider myself a photographer, but I’m not participating in…
you’re literally dictating my exact thoughts. i’ve been feeling the same way...
you know those nights when you just want to DIEEEEEEEEEEEE
classic cars
and i keep looking for that blindfold faith
lighting candles to a cynical saint.
who has the last laugh at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape?
you can go right out your mind trying to escape
from the panicked paradox of day-to-day.
if you can’t understand something, then its best to be afraid
alyssafaye:
notsointeresting:
i really dont want high school to be over :(
It’s sort of weird, because I was so ready to be done, but then tonight was really wonderful. It sort of made me re-realize all the people I care about and how much these past four years have meant.
same here. i’ve been saying since last year that i’m ready to leave, and have genuinely been eager to...
i really dont want high school to be over :(
MY SUGGESTION TO THE WHOLE WORLD:
listen to conor oberst and the mystic valley band on your bicycle in the hot sun if you want your life to be absolutely complete.
actually, don’t even bother with the bicyle. or the sun. because the music alone gives you that feeling.
May 2010
10 posts
oh also i get off fine all night and then my dad comes down at 2 in the morning to chat. what the hell.
im convinced
people get off on complications.
even when situations are handed to people in the SIMPLEST forms, they tend to convolute them and make them a lot more complex than they need to be. if people just broke every occurance they witness, every insult or compliment they receive, every event they take part in into the simplest form possible, i guarantee life would be three thousand times easier for them...
planted on the edge of a high cliff, deep within a forest with no name, we inhaled. we inhaled more deeply than we ever had before- the aromas of wilderness licked at our senses, reeling us in further, testing the limits of our exhuasted bodies. just when our lungs felt close to explosion, they took to an elastic form, expanding infinitely as we continued to tug at the atmosphere, our...
today in art history we finished watching “modigliani”,which is about the artist modigliani and his love life and life as an artist, whatever whatever. there’s a part in the movie when he goes to city hall to obtain a marriage license so he can marry his love, who is the mother of his one child and one unborn child. he’s waiting so long, though, that he falls asleep on a...
indulge me, bitches
http://notsointeresting.tumblr.com/ask
the spring air floods the house with pollen and a sense of longing. desire piled upon desire can only be lifted for so long by a body and soul so tired. tired, though not wasted.
its been thirteen months and its either becoming clear or cloudy- through slanted vision its difficult to tell.