therealkatiewest:

I’m tired of being interested in things that just, I don’t know, totally defeat me in every way. This includes, but is not limited to: defining love and relationships, being so damn self-aware, trying to make you self-aware, hoping for more, wanting more, worrying that you think everything is about you, worrying that you don’t know that everything is about you.

I want to give it a rest, but I know I’ll be right back at it tomorrow. Would I have it any other way? I don’t know, I can’t think about it yet. I guess tomorrow I’ll decide.

— house of bedlam

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

the jesus and mary chain, SNAKEDRIVER from the SOUND OF SPEED EP.

“I’ve got syphilitic hetero friends in every part of town / I don’t hate them but I know them; I don’t want them hanging around”

filthygorgeousthings:

By Salomé Vorfas (F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)

Freshjive Calls Out Obama

“It’s been easily a decade since Freshjive did something to truly get collective panties in a bunch. But this new “Hope Is Fading Fast” shirt is sure to have some folks up in arms. The real question is, would you wear it?”

The bartender says it’s last call. The bar’s almost completely empty. The group of women who were next to me have been long gone. As they walked out, the Asian woman smiled at me and I think I smiled back at her.
I order two beers and a glass of water. The bartender guy, he’s wearing a little burgundy bow-tie and the collar of his white but stained shirt is obscured by his big jowls. He sniffs as if I just said something rude and rolls his eyes at me. Someone sits where the redhead was sitting next to me and I try to avoid any possible contact. Bartender comes up and says it’s last call and she only asks for a coke, which she gets before I get my drinks. She. Her. From the elevator. Casket Lottery girl. I look at her and she’s about to light up a cigarette.
I say, “You can’t smoke in here.” She looks over and her eyes get wide and smiles.
She says, “Oh. You can’t?”
“No. I tried.”
“Guess this isn’t Vegas, huh?”
“Nope.” My drinks arrive and she looks at all three pint glasses.
“Thirsty?”
“Something like that,” I say.
“Good thing you’re staying here, huh?”
“I guess.” She’s looking into my eyes, I get pretty embarrassed and look away. I say, “What would you say if I told you I knew you’d be here and I ordered one of these for you because when we were in the elevator I got this vibe from you and you’re the kind of chick (sorry, I can call you chick, right?) who wouldn’t be opposed to having a beer with me because maybe she wants to talk about bands from Kansas City?”
She laughs a little laugh and says, “Well, I’d say everything you just said is bullshit and that you’re pretty drunk right now and that’s the sort of thing you say to girls who’re just as drunk if not drunker than you just to see if they’ll go home with you.”
I pretend to think about it for a moment.
“Yeah, you’re right,” I say. “So, you wanna a beer?”
“Sure.”

Her boyfriend comes out after she goes inside to change. Christ.
I always thought he was good looking enough. He has that weird Tony Parker from the San Antonio Spurs thing going for him but definitely not as tall. He has a little belly (her boyfriend, not Tony Parker (or, maybe he does now, I’m not sure: I don’t really follow basketball)) and always wears a baseball cap or knit hat, and that alone is reason enough to not like this guy.
You would want to punch him in the face.
He says, “Are you alright? You know, she was up all night trying to find you.”
“I know. I feel really bad about that. Sorry, man.”
“Just be more careful. Don’t want her to worry and you gotta take care of yourself.”
“Yeah, I know.”
He’s wearing basketball shorts and an old Thunderbird tee-shirt and running shoes and an LA Dodgers hat. He says, “We care about you, man. I’m just saying.”
I don’t say anything back.
“I’m going for a run at the high school. See you later.”
What a fucking asshole.


[i really wanted to finish it, but as far as NaNoWriMo this year, i’m taxed. this was the wrong month for me to attempt any serious writing. i tried and started off alright, but, as always, the world got in the way. still, i’m sure all of this will turn out eventually.]

warren ellis’s TEE-SHIRT OF THE WEEK 005 (via warren ellis)

[it’s always when i’m broke that something i WANT comes along.

buy here.]

ninasemen:

oh, to be a child again.

not for the wonder,

or the excitement, or the revelry in the mundane.

no.

just for the ability to throw tantrums,

without looking like a jackass.

therealkatiewest:

“My philosophy is that it’s better to explore life and make mistakes than to play it safe and not to explore at all.”

- Sophia Loren

Make-up: Melissa Nicholl

Also:

“Sex appeal is fifty percent what you’ve got and fifty percent what people think you’ve got.”

- Sophia Loren, again. Because you see, look how great my boobs look! They look like they actually exist! Awesome. Thank you make-up, lighting and amazing bustiere!