is your free time to free minds or for falling apart?

Photographic documentation of some of my favorite things found in my bedroom.

1. My notebook, outfitted with a Hipster Parks & Recreation picture ("punk-ass book jockeys"), because the picture makes me happy and writing in it makes me happy.

2. Post-it notes, because I buy and use way too many and love doing it, dammit.

3. My wand, because...it's my wand. It is also the wand expressly responsible for the killing of Lord Voldemort. I mean, I don't mean to brag...but yeah, I do.

4. Magnetic Poetry Pick-Up Lines, because a girl needs help.

5. Slang Flashcards, for the same reason.

6. These sunglasses, only for the sentiment. I cleverly forgot my sunglasses at Austin City Limits (even though I packed TWO) and had to buy these promotional ones. But they remind me of ACL and of Natalie and they make me smile, even though they're smeared with like, face grease and sweat and sunscreen.

7. Me Talk Pretty One Day, because it's one of my favorite books and favorite authors and favorite collection of nonfiction stories set in France.

8. The shoes. Why? Do I need a why? Because they're shoes covered in glitter, THAT'S WHY.

(Ize of the World: The Strokes)

i carved your name across my eyelids

It's an easy thing to write two people as perfect for each other, easy to create a love story. It's an easy thing to have two people, patched together with the figments of one's imagination, meet by chance, just have them tap on the shoulder of someone who turns out to be the single person they're meant to be with. It's quite another when it actually happens with two real, solid, tangible people. I think about Win and Regine sometimes (read: all the time) and how it's one of the most remarkable things I can think of—two people, two poets brought together by who-knows-what. Two people who create poetry and music, two people who love each other so much at the same time. I'm sappy as all hell, but these two do things to me.

They could have gone to different colleges.

I put on my ugliest jeans and put my hair up so it looked like shit. I went to his apartment and he played me songs. I had never seen someone play so maturely. He wasn't pretending to be who he wanted to be.

-Regine Chassagne, on her first time meeting Win Butler

(Crown of Love: Arcade Fire)

geranium kisser

Let's not talk about the giant, hiatus-y elephant in the room. Have some music instead. I wanted to make a rainy playlist for some reason yesterday--it wasn't raining...I just had rainy feelings...I told my sister I made this playlist today and then proceeded to play a different playlist. She got angry at me and screamed some obscenities my way. Unwarranted, girl.

(Two Doves: Dirty Projectors)