Tired of Sleeping

A place where I post and re-blog things I like. yada yada. it's a blog. You know the drill.

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xiu xiu gig poster doe eyed

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Round 2

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I wish I had wings.

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My Only Child - Nico

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where would i  be if phil collins hadn’t descended from heaven and blessed us all with the tarzan soundtrack

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So I really want to watch heathers the musical because of your blog, do you have a link to an online video source? I have looked everywhere and I can't find it. Thx

The bootleg was taken off of YouTube, but you can download the video in two acts from 4shared.com

Here are the links:

Heathers: the Musical Act 1

Heathers: the Musical Act 2

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[probablyasocialecologist]

Anarchism is not, as some may suppose, a theory of the future to be realized through divine inspiration. It is a living force in the affairs of our life, constantly creating new conditions. The methods of Anarchism therefore do not comprise an iron-clad program to be carried out under all circumstances. Methods must grow out of the economic needs of each place and clime, and of the intellectual and temperamental requirements of the individual.

Emma Goldman, Anarchism: What it Really Stands for  (via anarchistcommunism)

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Thought we were going And go up the field away And join all the other living souls But you never came Robbed of your fortune You get disappointments in life You're probably poisoning your body I hope you're alright

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What happened to that chubby little kid? Who smilled so much, and loved The Beach Boys? What happened is I killed that fucker, and took his name, and got new glasses

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(4/5) “I think I have post traumatic stress. I have so many horrible flashbacks. Two weeks after Max was diagnosed, he asked me if I’d be his Mommy forever. I said, ‘Of course I will.’ And he asked: ‘Even when I’m ninety?’ And I told him ‘yes.’ What was I supposed to say? And there were all the times he talked to me about the future. We’d talk about college. I just couldn’t tell him. God I was such a coward. I should have told him. I just couldn’t do it. Even toward the end. The day before he lost consciousness, I read his favorite book to him. It’s called Runaway Bunny. And the little bunny keeps threatening to run away. And the Mama bunny keeps saying: ‘Wherever you go, I will find you.’ Oh God, it was such a horrible way to die. He couldn’t speak or move or swallow or see. He basically starved to death. And the whole last week I’m whispering in his ear: ‘Let go, let go. Please Max, let go.’ My seven-year-old son. I’m telling him to let go. I mean, fuck. That’s not supposed to happen! And the whole time I never told him he was dying. I was such a coward. But he knew. He knew without me telling him. Because a couple weeks before he lost his speech, he asked me: ‘Mommy, do they speak English where I’m going?’” –

Today is the last day of our fundraiser to aid Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in their fight against pediatric cancer. Over 65,000 people have donated and we’ve raised over $2.3 million so far. Max’s tumor is the same tumor that Dr. Souweidane is working on curing. (See previous story). In fact, Max was supposed to be part of Dr. Souweidane’s first clinical trial but he passed away too soon. I promised Julie that all money raised during the telling of Max’s story would be given to Dr. Souwedaine and his colleagues to aid in their DIPG research. The gift will be given in Max’s honor. Even if it’s a small amount, please consider donating: http://bit.ly/1TpFcdy

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[amargedom]

No matter how honestly you open up to someone, there are still things you cannot reveal.

Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via amargedom)