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i went into a whole foods and got to hear a woman arguing with a guy at the meat counter because she wanted grass fed organic chicken and he was desperately trying to explain to her that chickens don’t eat grass

Play Crack Deez Nuts.

Still impresses me how I can go months at a time without listening to them at all and just reading a lyric from some misquoted text post can make me stop and listen to Deja Entendu in it’s entirety and feel such a random amalgamation of emotions and nostalgia simultaneously.  Still are and will always be my favorite band. 


do you ever think about all the people who you might have fallen in love with if only you’d taken a different way home or stood a little longer in the bread aisle at the supermarket? all the people who might have been an integral part of your life but instead you’ll never know them. the unimaginable impact that our mundane choices have on our lives really gets to me. think of how many times i might have died if i’d made different choices. maybe i’d be homeless. maybe i’d be famous. maybe i’d be rich. sometimes i’m so overwhelmed by the impact of my choices that i can’t choose anything at all because i’m afraid today will be the day that i make the choice that changes everything.

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…I’m someone who’s mostly dead inside but still has a little hope for something extraordinary, which, as I said, is the worst breed of human, because it means I know everything is bullshit, but that I secretly hope for the day when it might not be.
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Providence, Rhode Island

Don’t know why I’m writing this, it’s almost like I’m forcing myself. I don’t ever really have anything important to say. And it’s not like anyone ever reads my pathetic rants. I guess they’re really more for myself. I’ll look back at this in a few months, like I do my other posts, and realize that I’m someone else. So this is for the future me to remind myself where I was that first Friday night in October 2013.

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At The Bottom by Brand New


At The Bottom by Brand New

And I say, It’s not like I have a choice.
I don’t know the difference between what I want and what I’m trained to want.
I can’t tell what I really want and what I’ve been tricked into wanting.
What I’m talking about is free will. Do we have it, or does God dictate and script everything we do and say and want? Do we have free will, or do the mass media and our culture control us, our desires and actions, from the moment we’re born?
written by Chuck Palahniuk - Lullaby 
131,040 minutes.

"Do you miss the blend, Of color she left in your black and white field?"

It’s been 2 months and 30 days since.

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If you hate the taste of wine,
Why do you drink it ‘til you’re blind?
And if you swear that there’s no truth and who cares,
How come you say it like you’re right?
Why are you scared to dream of God,
When it’s salvation that you want?
written by Bright Eyes
Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.
written by Chelsea Fagan, How We Let People Go  (via phmancus)

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