Starry-eyed Wandering Damsel
Jake // 19 // Chicago <3 I love pineapple, cute undies, stargazing, and being with my best friends!
21:47
the ten best-written songs written by white guys in the 20th century are

-the sound of silence

-stairway to heaven

-hey jude

-hallelujah

-thunder road

-gimme shelter

-like a rolling stone

-smells like teen spirit

-time

-hotel california

(honorable mention) free fallin’

23:16
23:05 mariesemou:

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23:05 aliciapauley:

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16:38

just so unbelievably beautiful

22:41

Ooo, I know you love it when this beat is on
Makes you think about all of the niggas you been leaden’ on
Makes me think about all of the rappers I been feedin’ on
Got a feeling that’s the same dudes that we speakin’ on
Oh, word — ain’t heard my album, who you sleepin’ on
You should print the lyrics out and have a fuckin’ read-along
Ain’t a fuckin’ sing-along unless you brought the weed along
And just … (Okay, I got it) 
And just drop down and get your eagle on
Or maybe we could stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All the shit you talkin’ bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don’t pay for no reduction
If it’s comin’ from a nigga I don’t know then I don’t trust it
If you comin’ for my head then motherfucker get to bustin’
Yes, Lord — I don’t really say this often
But this long-dick nigga ain’t for the long talkin’ now, beast

22:04
Bands I connected with most, year by year:

7th Grade: Coheed and Cambria

8th Grade: Hollywood Undead

9th Grade: Avenged Sevenfold

10th Grade: Iron & Wine

11th Grade: Okkervil River

12th Grade: Counting Crows

First Year @ U of C: Kanye West

19:50"We work in our own darkness a great deal with little real knowledge of what we are doing." — John Steinbeck, from “The Art of Fiction, No. 45,” The Paris Review (Fall 1969, No. 48)

(Source: theparisreview, via apoetreflects)

19:45

#BIRDFLU! ANOTHER BANGER FROM THE BEST DUO CURRENTLY IN HIP-HOP, “YUNG KILLAZ ON THA MARCH!” WHO ARE THESE MYSTERIOUS GENIUSES? A TRUE CLUB BANGER! TURN IT UP LOUD! 

22:07

"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt."

20:39
Ode to a Teardrop

The page is not a pond,

so when the teardrop fell upon it,

there were no ripples. 

There was only

a sudden dark

where the water touched whiteness.

The droplet bloomed and now

its stain on the half-empty paper

is like the core of a sunflower,

but too small and solemn

to field any colors

or host any bumblebees.

Soon it will not be there at all—

but where will it have gone?

The ever-friendly void

takes such drops

into herself,

embracing them

until they are no more.

Life too does this:

she steals us from ourselves

and subsumes in her our sadnesses—

sadnesses 

like the one

that fathered this teardrop

in the glassed eyes of some poet

who will not write anything more 

tonight.

He hangs over the page, watching the teardrop

disappear into the air,

until there is nothing left

but a slight wrinkle

where the drop first landed,

the sort of wrinkle

one usually only finds

in the mind. 

By the time the wrinkle

becomes too hard to see,

the poet may have forgotten what it was

that made him cry the teardrop,

if there even was a teadrop.

This forgetfulness, this hole in the sky,

will drive the poet 

to cry another teardrop,

and say what use is it to feel

if feelings so easily slip away,

but this new teardrop will soon dry up,

because everything will soon dry up,

even poets

who sit all night

with their heads held over blank pages

searching with tear-filled eyes

for the mysteries

that the salty tides

leave washed up

on shore. 

 

19:52 R U N A W A Y
for MK, RE, WB, GM, SB, KS, KW, EL, SK, CV, ZM, EC, LR, ND, GL, ER