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borngold:

in september 2011 i put out a record called Bodysongs that was kind of the culmination of a few years of dancing in my various bedrooms, and also touring around with some of my best friends in a defiant act of total economic irresponsibility.

lately, probably because of the fun music i’m making at this very moment (more on that later), i’ve developed a bit of a nostalgia for this period, and a renewed appreciation for the album. 

my job, fundamentally, is to make you feel good, to make you feel like you can do anything, and then to complicate that emotion so it doesn’t bloom into escapism. i’ve veered off the path of that task, or even completely subverted it in different ways over the years, but my ultimate destination is still completely in focus, don’t make any mistake

i just uploaded Bodysongs to youtube for safe-keeping. if you choose to revisit it, try to couple it with some dancing, some laughing, some swimming. we’re here after all.

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compasswaters:

100% of people who tell you you’re too sensitive are saying it because they don’t want to be held responsible for your reaction when they mistreat you

(via lionheartedgirls)

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 california
california

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 california
california

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 comics hillary
comics hillary

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for hillary’s birthday comics hillary

for hillary’s birthday

comics hillary

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(Source: satan-o-matic, via sexplants)

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pretty happy about this

pretty happy about this

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i just now remembered

nilhouette:

i was going to replace every occurrence of “haha” with “hoho” for the holiday season, but forgot.

i forgot again, dangit

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this town is like a great big dataset

just waiting to get analysed

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this
way i dis-
like you can-
not be ex-
plained

poem

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I recall one evening in which we went to an expensive place and purchased a table. It must have cost at least $600, because there were multiple bottles. He had been hanging around one girl quite a bit, playing his normal “game.”

At the end of the night, after the bills had been signed and he was drunk, we all walked back to his apartment. I heard multiple lines come from his mouth that were meant to seduce her, but because of his abrasive personality, his inebriation, or my presence, she easily thwarted his attempts. This continued until she left as he begged for “a kiss goodnight… or just a platonic kiss!”

He got neither.

prose old drafts

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something different comics

something different

comics

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happy holidays, etc (for family card) comics

happy holidays, etc (for family card)

comics

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