‘And he says: ‘Yeah, man. The O.C.! I used to watch this shit in the joint.’ [x]
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‘And he says: ‘Yeah, man. The O.C.! I used to watch this shit in the joint.’ [x]
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
john keats, from "to autumn"
a cool shining blue
carytown burgers and fries, january 2012
this has been stuck in my head pretty consistently.
I want to get back to the place where you can see the sun set on the sea
(42)
today is a day for playing hooky and going to parc güell in the rain
ooh I love them so much; I don't think any of my other band obsessions grew as quickly as this one.
why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.
zelda fitzgerald's senior quote
an oldie but a goodie
give me books, french wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
john keats