— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via eoreu)
— Sylvia Plath, 3 months before her suicide. (via isobutane)
You Aren’t Boring I Just Suck At Conversations I’m Sorry: a novel by me
I’m Not Ignoring You I Just Don’t Know What To Say: a sequel by me
I Feel Like I have Nothing Interesting To Say So I Don’t Say Anything At All And I’m Really Sorry Don’t Stop Talking To Me: the trilogy.
Lots like a months worth of lyrics (I write a lot). They were probably objectively really awful to most people but I’d put quite a lot of myself into them and had come to be quite proud of some them and now I’m really fucking devastated. I know this isn’t really a big deal in the larger scheme of things, just venting. Sorry. FFS.
Régine in interviews
— Kurt Vonnegut (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)
Hiking the MacKinnon Pass, New Zealand
National Geographic | January 1978
About Alex (2014/Jesse Zwick)
Me and The Besnard Lakes got a thing going on.