protect me from what i want.

i live in los angeles. i wait. i act. i want: optimism. boundless creativity. moments. great love. cool breezes.




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love.

flamelikeme:

sometimes your best friend knows you so well that she sends you the perfectest thing by don hertzfeldt that encapsulates all the perfectest things. this is so great. 



in full support of everything my new favorite bar does.

in full support of everything my new favorite bar does.



“ be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. Dr. Seuss


the velveteen rabbit

“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long… time, not just to play with, but Really loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get all loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.



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flamelikeme: The Bachelorette Party Bus departed for Vegas, and I just barely missed it. Gasping for breath, I watched it pull away, full of girls I only half-knew screeching and spilling champagne out the windows. A little more than a little relieved, I entered a building and wandered into a kindergarden class room, where I found Thom Yorke giving a private show to a bunch of little children, all sitting enrapt by him, his guitar, his amp, his elf self crooning across the sun-dusted classroom carpet. He looked at me as I took a seat cross-legged on the floor, and smiled. He finished his song, and wandered over to me, whispered, “Kira, right? I remember you. You came to my show in Berlin, right? I haven’t forgotten you all these years. I’m so happy you’re here.” AND THEN MIRANDA WOKE ME UP FROM THIS ESSENTIALLY MUSICAL SEX DREAM MAGIC BY BANGING HER CEREAL SPOON INTO HER BOWL ALL LOUD AS FUCK.  (Did this bore you? Hearing other people’s dreams is SO boring. I suffered through the boredom of hearing about my mother’s dreamscape throughout my entire childhood, so I try and save others from hearing about mine, but this one was just…so…)

flamelikeme:

The Bachelorette Party Bus departed for Vegas, and I just barely missed it. Gasping for breath, I watched it pull away, full of girls I only half-knew screeching and spilling champagne out the windows. A little more than a little relieved, I entered a building and wandered into a kindergarden class room, where I found Thom Yorke giving a private show to a bunch of little children, all sitting enrapt by him, his guitar, his amp, his elf self crooning across the sun-dusted classroom carpet. He looked at me as I took a seat cross-legged on the floor, and smiled. He finished his song, and wandered over to me, whispered, “Kira, right? I remember you. You came to my show in Berlin, right? I haven’t forgotten you all these years. I’m so happy you’re here.”

AND THEN MIRANDA WOKE ME UP FROM THIS ESSENTIALLY MUSICAL SEX DREAM MAGIC BY BANGING HER CEREAL SPOON INTO HER BOWL ALL LOUD AS FUCK. 

(Did this bore you? Hearing other people’s dreams is SO boring. I suffered through the boredom of hearing about my mother’s dreamscape throughout my entire childhood, so I try and save others from hearing about mine, but this one was just…so…)






ryan gosling singing my little pony.  yar.



love.

love.



mio preferito.



Todd the Texter

My sister’s latest match.com date review:

He was 20 minutes late. He talked about himself nonstop. He doesn’t really have hair.  He described himself as “juvenile” He said he likes to swear a lot.  He plays hockey twice a week and his favorite part is hitting people.  He goes to burning man. He has a roommate.   and the winning line: “I’m still hung up on my ex-girlfriend”.   I’m not kidding.  I wish there was a way to learn all of this before meeting!   Onward and upward!