My goals are simple: I want true love, a dog, a baby, and to write a book that’s featured on a table at Urban Outfitters during the holidays.

And these nails, obviously.

(Source: bon-bun)

Song

I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab
which is typical
and not just of modern life

mud clambers up the trellis of my nerves
must lovers of Eros end up with Venus
muss es sein? es muss nicht sein, I tell you

how I hate disease, it’s like worrying
that comes true
and it simply must not be able to happen

in a world where you are possible
my love
nothing can go wrong for us, tell me

— Frank O’Hara, 1960

Fears Upon Impending Cohabitation

1. The building we are touring does not appear on Google Street View. Instead, there is a photo of a large pit under construction. If we move there, we will cease to exist. Our photos will begin to fade ala Marty McFly.
 
2. Ghosts. Any.
3. We will absorb the depressed, alcoholic vibe of the modern one-bedroom with the stained white carpeting. Vertical blinds that conceal the tiniest of balconies covered in black Seattle mold. Perhaps a rusted hibachi. 

Jacob: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/45658362/ns/local_news-seattle_wa/#.Tue04mPNm-U

Me: ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THIS RIGHT NOW? SERIOUSLY?

Jacob: what? He looked cool.

Me: that dead seal is named Al. This is the most depressing thing in the world.
 
Jacob: he lived a long nice life and has a son.
 
Me: read the article! It is not his son! It is just another furry seal. On loan, even.
 
Jacob: it says he is “survived by,” doesn’t that mean they are related?
 
Me: they cohabitated, but Al was not biologically related to his seal son.
 
Me: like if you and I were married and you died you would be “survived by” me but we’re not releated. We would just live together like SAD SEALS.

Jacob: sad seals together.

Old Loves

As you fall asleep tonight, I want you to remember that:

• Molly RIngwald dated Adam Horovitz.
• Michael Caine fell in love with Natalie Wood.
• Bette Davis held hands with Howard Hughes.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Yesterday was my dad’s birthday. He would have been 66.

I can remember him at a holiday party when I was about nine, tossing back handfuls of Gardetto’s mix and telling me about the 60’s. He loved Jefferson Airplane. He once interviewed Joan Baez. This song came before that. In 1961 he was 16 and waiting to leave home. It came on the radio last night as I was heading back to my apartment.

I first heard Sonic Youth play in 2005 at a benefit for Kim Gordon and Thurston Moore’s eldest daughter’s middle school in Northampton, Massachusetts. Between this piece (which I have many notes on and unresolved feelings about) and these two dudes’ impending divorce, I’m not sure what to make of this whole state of marriage thing.

You guys?

That’ll do, pig, that’ll do.

I was going to write something meaningful about childhood or perhaps a few Netflix screenshots, but then I found Feminist Ryan Gosling and quite frankly all of that went out the window. Well, at least for the next ten minutes or so.

"That morning I heard water being poured into a teapot. The sound was an ordinary, daily, cluffy sound. But all at once, I knew you loved me. An unheard-of thing, love audible in water falling."

Robert Bly, from Talking Into the Ear of a Donkey.

(via Confusion Is)

 

(Source: wwnorton)

Thank goodness for this man.

Tonight we’ll be celebrating our love with hot meat and cold gin while sitting in the best booths in all of Seattle, checking into luxurious accommodations mere minutes from our home, and the rest is quite frankly none of your business.