disconsciousness

i seem to have cultivated a somewhat cowboy energy on my pinterest now.

i’m thinking of ending things but instead of like the bone dog poem it’s just a bunch of random posts that i can recite from memory.

what the hell is up with the insane urge to come out to your parents whenever you go on a drive that takes more than 10 minutes? surely this is something.

truly the only thing keeping me going is that with every day that passes i’m one more day closer to the new jordaan mason album. 

there is no greater reminder that you have the taste of an old man than waiting to watch better call saul with your father. 

i’m in my kim wexler era (my hair is long enough to be put in a ponytail)

whenever i get two calls from the same random number i jump to fully assuming i’m that chick in i’m thinking of ending things. 

okay yes this is another ipod post, but i’ve now converted 2 irl friends to start researching ipods on ebay and its honestly so much fucking better. like, having something that will play music no matter if i’m connected to the internet or if the spotify server is down or if the artist has taken it from spotify, like it’s physically here. fuck the renteer economy and the capitalist overlords never wanting you to actually own anything, i’m starting an ipod revolution, long live having physical objects of things you love. 

regressing so hard that i’ve started to download music onto my ipod because fuck spotify and fuck streaming music. owning physical (digital) libraries of songs rules. and yes, this is all about me being a remus kinnie, shut the hell up and let me live in the past. 

my real life friend just found my tumblr and i had to block them immediately. i will eventually unblock them, i just need time to mentally prepare for them to see my fucking screed. 

good god, who let me get into modest mouse in this day and age, i cannot be rolling down the streets listening to cowboy dan on loop, it gives me such a superiority complex.