I'm Lauren. I'm like a nonagon - I'm edgy!
"You have to be willing to use everything you see as symbolism. That’s a good point. My favorite author is Gabriel Garcia-Marquez—that magic-realism is really what I love. It’s all fantasy. Or the blurring or reality of fantasy. Where it doesn’t matter what’s reality or fantasy because you’re getting to the reality of the emotions of it. Sometimes describing something magically tells a lot more truth than just hard, cold realism. Because that’s the way it feels.
Anyone could write down every single thing specifically as it happens. But that’s not going to tell you why you read books or listen to music. And I love having inanimate objects come to life in songs. You know, talking to sidewalks or being teased by the clock or being ridiculed by the sound of footsteps walking away from me. To me, there’s a lot more realism in that."
— Conor Oberst, 2004 (via annotatedconoroberst)

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Almost there
dating advice?


everybody is an enormous waste of time 

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dont date a boy who puts you up on a pedestal. dont date a boy who treats you like a prize. date a boy who is obsessed with aliens and is in the fbi. date a boy who eats sunflower seeds and throws pencils into the ceiling. thats the boy you deserve.

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Lost in Translation
"Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them."
— Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices  (via gllob)

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