You dance like an educated woman
wisdom
You’re not the perfect hand but I don’t hit on 19
i’ve been listening to you talk for 28 years! why the hell would i want to read your blog?
mrs. m (always keeping me humble)
Spine
Better mood today. Spent most of it reading. I can’t understand the appeal of ebooks. Fuck that. I look at my bookshelf and I am proud, it’s a series of trophies that I have accomplished. The weight of paper, the smell of printed text, the physicality of turning the page, using a wadded up receipt as a book mark… I’ll fall in love with a writer someday.
I was going for Lauren Conrad but I achieved Sister Wife
on up dos
me: Thanks, Law and Order SVU for teaching me rapists have a middle part
A: Speaking of middle parts, I taped Sister Wives
They care about me. They just refuse to show it with words or actions.
Here’s what I love about Dylan: He was exactly as you’d expect he would be. He wouldn’t come to the rehearsal; usually, all these guys are practicing before the set in the evening. He didn’t want to take a picture with me; usually all the talent is dying to take a picture with me and Michelle before the show, but he didn’t show up to that. He came in and played “The Times They Are A-Changin’.” A beautiful rendition. The guy is so steeped in this stuff that he can just come up with some new arrangement, and the song sounds completely different. Finishes the song, steps off the stage… comes up, shakes my hand, sort of tips his head, gives me just a little grin, and then leaves… That was our only interaction with him. And I thought: That’s how you want Bob Dylan, right? You don’t want him to be all cheesin’ and grinnin’ with you. You want him to be a little skeptical about the whole enterprise.
President Obama on meeting Bob Dylan
(via warispeace)
are you gay? are you gay? cause if you’re not we’ll be married some day!
newly composed ditty inspired by devendra banhart
funny stories/happy endings 