nancy from now on

Father John Misty and The Walkmen at the Vic tonight in Chicago. Listened to Nancy from now on at least 100x and could, will, listen 100 more. The video is spectacular too, I want the jewels on her hand. I also need a haircut. Nothing new there #longhairdontcare.

x.
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Fuck I’m almost 25

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/sarah-shanfield/turning-25_b_1596085.html?utm_hp_ref=fb&src=sp&comm_ref=false

If you’re slightly freaked out that you are 25 or are turning 25, read this article ^.

“If you are 25 or turning 25: TV can be really important to you.” Love this little slice. I was more excited about the Season Two premier of GIRLS than quitting my toxic ex job. This probably also has to do with the fact that GIRLS makes me feel better about my sometimes irresponsible, bat shit crazy, life decisions. The best part of the show and Lena’s raw/cool creative genius is that it reminds me how much I like where I am. This weird in-between. Confusing and heartbreaking and exciting and so so so happy. Even when I feel freaked out about getting old, these days are my best.

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x. hogan

#youngwildfree #chicagolivin #GIRLS #fuckim25 #weheartit

Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken

“Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,’ Holly advised him. ‘That was Doc’s mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.”
Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s: A Short Novel and Three Stories

soon to be smoldering

we are the lovesick. the fearless ones. the never giving up.
the hearts undone. sick with the desire to love. to live so far
beyond the boundaries given to us. we are the fence-hopping
fools who never stopped to read the signs. the ones that left
the world behind. like dreams we’ve drawn in neon light. just
moments in the sea of time. we are the lost ones wandering.
the soon to be smoldering. last to be found. the first to fall and
fail to fly then shatter on the ground. we are the rebels running
wild through a darkness that can swallow us. but we’ve set fire
to our souls. burning brilliant blinding gold. the flames that illuminate
our lonely road. our futures holding fates untold. we are the
ever-refusing to fold. to fade away or worse to lose. the few that
bend and break apart the cages of our rules. born desperate for the
promise of the mystery unknown. we are the lovesick. and just like
the sun we will always rise. hope still shining in our eyes…

– Jason Reeves.

every little thing is gonna be alright

“I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet,
concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree
in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that
Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream.
Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds.
But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright
forever and forever and forever.”