emily.

Serious craving.

Vinyl is back to being alphabetized. CDs on the to-do list.

joshuafitforbattle:

“There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more 
Than to feel you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world 
That I ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
All my pictures of you”

“The most sophisticated people I know - inside they are all children.” - Jim Henson.

"Alive in the age of worry
Rage in the age of worry
Sing out in the age of worry
And say worry, why should I care?"

John C. Mayer (via evanpierri)

(via merch)

This is amazing. I caaan’t wait for the full length.

benandjerrys:

Taken with instagram

hellogiggles:

HOW KRISTEN WIIG MADE ME CRY

by Rachel Roderman

(via peachinbeantown)

(Source: machipochi, via myvintageheart)

(via straypaper)

A set list? No, a tune stack!

The other night I decided to stand beside the sound board in the middle of the GA floor, and I had been holding ground there since before the opener started. Right before Ingrid, a large group of drunk girls came and made their spot for the evening right next to me. Now you ask - why not move? I could literally see everything. It must have been the first show in ages where I had a clear view of the stage, so I decided to just deal. Throughout the set, including the quieter solo songs, the girls just kept at it - so the sound guy finally came over and quieted them a couple of times. Now, in most cases, I would have been surprised by that, but this isn’t your typical rock show where you could barely hear yourself over the music. So, to say the least, this man saved my evening. On my way out I made sure to say thanks, and he was kind enough to hand me this.

Good people do exist.

tonythaxton:

22 years ago today, one of my biggest heroes, Jim Henson, died. He was only 53, but he accomplished so many wonderful, admirable things.

I’ll continue to celebrate him for a long, long time. I hope you do too.

(via jennyowenyoungs)

I’m fairly positive this is my “I came party” face.

I was driving home from work after it had been raining a bit off and on all day, but it wasn’t anything too crazy. On the last two block stretch, there’s this one section of the road that no matter how much it rains, the largest puddle is already created and then just collects… and collects… and collects. I see a car (a good distance ahead of me) driving straight through it, so I make a mental note, and I quickly realize that there’s a guy on a bicycle on the opposite of this puddle on the sidewalk who was just practically taken out by a tidal wave from said puddle. I drive by avoiding it completely, and while doing so the guy starts biking towards the offender’s car, as their stopped at the stop light, and he stops and decides to start biking away. I keep watching this guy in my mirrors while I’m stopped at the light behind the offender’s car, and all of a sudden I see it - the guy is biking at high speeds towards the car, and stops next to it. At first I thought he was going to throw what was left of the Dunkin’ coffee in his hand and go away, but he proceeds to start talking to them. I couldn’t make out any of the words, but I could see him starting to get more and more upset - and then just biking while looking back and saying a nice loud, clear, and stern, “Fuck you.”

Whether or not that guy got anything accomplished by his scolding, I give him so much credit for actually getting the courage and chance to say something.

Watching someone work out their inner conflict is really quite interesting, to say the least. 

want to pack your bags, something small
take what you need and we disappear
without a trace we’ll be gone
moon and the stars will follow the car
and then when we get to the ocean
gonna take a boat to the end of the world
all the way to the end of the world