Testaments to the Boom Times to Come

[Testaments to the Boom Times to Come]

The last time I cried? I was trying to fix the oven. I couldn’t get the goddamn knob to go on there, and it was just like, just end it now. End this fuckin’ world. This WHOLE world.

Bob Odenkirk, summing up my constant emotional state

[Testaments to the Boom Times to Come]

[jessicapava]

I hate when my phone tries to autocorrect a gentle mocking “ahhahaha” to “AHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHA” like come on. I felt that emotion one time obviously but it’s not repeatable or sustainable

[Testaments to the Boom Times to Come]

[seven-middagh]

nn last night we got a riesling with notes of wet rocks, i’ve taken it very seriously and thank it for starting that late feb feeling of wanting to eat only moss and those rocks

[Testaments to the Boom Times to Come]

[jaclcfrost]

what you said was very sweet and means a lot to me but i am incapable of properly responding in any way besides “thank you so much aaaah” because i do not know how to accurately express the exact level of my gratitude to where you completely understand how much what you said meant to me without me getting even more emotional and looking like a fucking nerd: an autobiography

[Testaments to the Boom Times to Come]

[sathinfection]

goals in life:

• announce that dire deeds awake
  
• ride for ruin
  

[Testaments to the Boom Times to Come]

If it’s darkness we’re having,
let it be extravagant.

Jane Kenyon
(via wildfairy)

[Testaments to the Boom Times to Come]

Here are my resolutions for the next 3 months; the next lap of the year.
First, to have none. Not to be tied.
Second, to be free & kindly with myself, not goading it to parties: to sit rather privately reading in the studio. To make a good job of The Waves. To care nothing for making money.
Then—well the chief resolution is the most important—not to make resolutions. Sometimes to read, sometimes not to read. To go out yes—but stay at home in spite of being asked. As for clothes, I think to buy good ones.

Virginia Woolf in her diary, 2 January 1931 (via wavingtovirginia)

[Testaments to the Boom Times to Come]

• friend: how are you
• me: oh boy. Hah. Well. *takes a seat* wooowie. Well. *leans very far back in seat* Anyways how are you?

[Testaments to the Boom Times to Come]

why the signs aren’t okay

[sardinelips]

Aries: they have no chill

Taurus: they have 12 million things to do

Gemini: they give too many fucks but also not enough

Cancer: they’re feeling all the emotions at once

Leo: they’re getting too self aware

Virgo: they’re going to fail a class

Libra: their hoe days are catching up to them

Scorpio: they’re a little bitch

Sagittarius: they’re doing things for other people but not themselves

Capricorn: they’re trying really hard but it’s not working

Aquarius: they have nobody to share their stress with

Pisces: they still aren’t a part of the group 

[Testaments to the Boom Times to Come]

Well, fuck the plot! That is for precocious schoolboys. What matters is the imaginative truth, and the perfection and care with which it has been rendered. After all, you don’t say of a ballet dancer, ‘He jumped in the air, then he twirled around, et cetera …’ You are just carried away by his dancing.

Edna O’Brien, born on this day in 1930
(via theparisreview)