sing-in-time:

wilco, “i am trying to break your heart”

I am an American aquarium drinker
I assassin down the avenue
I’m hiding out in the big city blinking
What was I thinking when I let go of you

Let’s forget about the tongue-tied lightning
Let’s undress just like cross-eyed strangers
This is not a joke so please stop smiling
What was I thinking when I said it didn’t hurt

I want to glide through those brown eyes dreaming
Take you from the inside, baby hold on tight
You were so right when you said I’ve been drinking
What was I thinking when we said good night

I want to hold you in the Bible-black predawn
You’re quite a quiet, domino, bury me now
Take off your band-aid ‘cause I don’t believe in touchdowns
What was I thinking when we said hello

I always thought that if I held you tightly
You’d always love me like you did back then
Then I fell asleep in the city kept blinking
What was I thinking when I let you back in

I am trying to break your heart
I am trying to break your heart
But still I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t easy
I am trying to break your heart

Disposable Dixie cup drinker
I assassin down the avenue
I’ve been hiding out in the big city blinking
What was I thinking when I let go of you

I’m the man who loves you.

Managed to watch two films tonight (for the price of one! What can I say? I’m a poor college student; I paid for The Skin I Live In, then directly after walked into a showing of Take Shelter, which started RIGHT at that time.)

That being said… The Skin I Live In was fan-fucking-tastic. A truly twisted tale, without being overly graphic in any sense… it was just… the latter half, as much as you manage to piece together early on, is jaw-droppingly disturbing. But, what a treat to watch. 

could he be any cooler? No. No he couldn’t.

One of the best Music Videos I’ve seen. 

“Change moves in spirals, not circles. For example, the sun goes up and then it goes down. But everytime that happens, what do you get? You get a new day. You get a new one. When you breathe, you inhale and you exhale, but every single time that you do that you’re a little bit different then the one before. We’re always changing. And its important to know that there are some changes you can’t control and that there are others you can.”

beelieve:

I don’t think I’ve ever been so hideously wrecked by a film. I was violently crying. I’m not exaggerating.

Dear, Zachary is documentary about Andrew Bagby made by his childhood friend Kurt Kuenne. In it Kurt travels thousands of miles interviewing everyone who Andrew ever touched in his lifetime. Andrew Bagby was shot five times when he was twenty-eight years old by an ex-girlfriend, Shirley Turner. While on trial for his murder, Shirley revealed she was pregnant with Zachary. Kurt made this film to teach Zachary about his father who he’d never know…but somewhere towards the middle the story takes a horrible turn and the outcome for me is just heartbreak and disbelief.

Kate and David Bagby, the father of Andrew and the grandparents of Zachary, they are lights in a dark devastating world. They are two of the most precious angels on the face of the planet. May they live a long life and be able to find some happiness in their futures.

God Bless Them. Honestly.

Okay…now I’ll return you to my typical hormonal ridiculous self. I just needed a minute.

sordidhumor:

This picture gives me shivers.