I’m almost positive all of you have already listened to the new single which premiered today (I would have made a post earlier, but I was caught up in studying for finals etc). If you haven’t, do yourself a favor and do it now.
Personally, I think Brian really described it well when he said it was between Senor and the Queen EP and The ‘59 Sound. I’m more than excited and interested to hear the rest of the album now.
“Whenever I get rejected by a guy I always automatically assume he’s gay. That might be narcissistic of me but it has saved me from a large amount of sadness and shame, so I think I’ll stick with it.”—The incredible Karley Sciortino (via kennedycurse)
“there are too many poems about
how much you love someone,
and how you want to feel their heartbeat
and their ribs and the way the moon
makes lace on their skin.
i myself am guilty of those kinds of poems,
but they are too beautiful, sometimes,
to let go of.
but for now i will write a poem about how i remember you,
as an old letter is locked away in a dusty cabinet drawer.
i remember you standing there, just so,
with your hand shading your eyes from the sun
and the wind whipping the leaves about your body.
i remember you as someone i want to forget,
but at the same time as someone i want to discover
and rediscover again and again,
until i no longer recognize you for what you once were.”—Writings for Winter: rediscovering you (via coffeeislovely)
“I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention. For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks-accidentally-and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you’re alive.”—Augusten Burroughs (via vivaahate)