Looking thru this blog makes me realize how far ive come. Anyway logging out now, back to my main
throwback to that time in 2013 when i made a text post that said “i would die without weed” and someone reported it to my college as a suicide threat and they pulled me out of class and made me see a counselor who had the text post printed out and highlighted on a piece of paper
cops came to my house with printout of my personal blog. also cops arrested ryan lang over a text post. put him in jail for a while.
new ebbits strip is four-in-one
what is it, do you think, that we see reflected in this submarine’s eyes? is it remorse, accrued through a life in service to Cold War military adventurism? is it a yearning for freedom?
every pulse of active sonar kills thousands of living things, somewhere down the line. even the noise and pressure of propellers cause damage to sensitive biological systems underwater. this is a thing incapable of existing without spilling blood, created to destroy the entire world, glimpsed in a rare moment where it is not destroying life. what expression does it have? is it relief? is it regret? no. it is tedium. it is an unsatisfied and total lust for murder. this submarine is humanity. this submarine is hell
‘James tripping’ through the years… XD
he’s going to fare real well on DWTS
Bon Iver and I pass the afternoon lying on the rug in the fire-warmed living room, sharing our wishes and ideas for the year ahead. I write my resolutions in a notebook I found in his study, and when I flip the pages I discover little corn-yellow pressed flowers. A log settles in the fireplace, I inhale the scent of peppermint tea, and Bon Iver rustles his maps.
‘Resolutions aren’t for me,’ he says, leaning over to kiss my shoulder. 'When the world is so wild and woolly and wonderful, a man like me just can’t stick to a plan.'
Daylight Savings Dog
damn this dog is chill as fuck