heymig:

I find this woman so wonderful. She puts me in a constant state of cognitive dissonance, but really, it’s the type I’d “happily” bask in. I do happy-feet, head bobs and finger snaps whenever her songs are on (“Call Your Girlfriend,” “Dancing On My Own”), but it doesn’t take too long for me to notice my brows are furrowed, mind deep in thought, and I actually feel…sad.

I guess that’s the power of her music. It makes you dance, yet it makes you sad; it’s a delicious irony, really. It’s a state of emotion that you don’t come by everyday, and it makes me curious — that it can come naturally to express certain emotions in ways that don’t seem so “appropriate” at first. Although I guess that’s why it’s always fascinating to me that we cry when we’re happy, and indeed doubly so that it can be an involuntary thing to dance when you’re sad.

And I guess it helps that this totally makes sense to me right now:

Will you tell me once again how we’re gonna be just friends? If you’re for real and not pretend, then I guess you can hang with me. When my patience’s wearing thin, when I’m ready to give in, will you pick me up again? Then I guess you can hang with me.

When you see me drift astray, outta touch and outta place, will you tell me to my face? Then I guess you can hang with me.

And if you do me right, I’m gonna do right by you. And if you keep it tight, I’m gonna confide in you. I know what’s on your mind; there will be time for that too, if you hang with me.

Just don’t fall recklessly, headlessly in love with me, ‘cause its gonna be all heartbreak, blissfully painful and insanity. If we agree, you can hang with me.

Mmm, had to reblog this. I don’t think anyone’s put into words my exact sentiments towards Robyn. She’s the example of pop with heart, is all I can say.

—and with that, my Tumblr shall go back to being dormant.

The Whole World Was Looking At Him  (an interview with Jorge Luis Borges)

I was unhappy during my adolescence, but the truth is that I wanted to be unhappy. I wanted to be a Prince Hamlet, a Raskolnikov, I even wanted to be a Werther, and possibly did become one, but now I realize that I was acting a bit, as young romantics act, as do all “angry young men.” These are romantic games, vain, and I would say unimportant. Now I don’t know whether I feel resigned or not, but I feel relatively happy. Perhaps because now I am more or less who I am. I know my limits. I know there are many things that I should not try to do, I believe I know what I should write, or rather what I can write. When I was young I knew that I was going to be a writer. At the same time I felt limited and didn’t know what kind of writer I was going to be.

TOO AWESOME. 

(via erotictransference)

fast-food-knight:

Sarah Connor’s Theme - Bear McCreary

This just came up on shuffle and now I want to go and rewatch a whole bunch of TSCC. Particularly the parts where John is all angsty and confused and rebellious and sort of falling in love with Cameron and Riley at the same time (aka, all of season 2) and DAMMIT FOX WHY DID YOU CANCEL THIS SHOW.

REMEMBERED THE AWESOMENESS THAT WAS TSCC. 

(Source: the-green-lentil)

anneyhall:

Charlotte Gainsbourg (Anglo-French, B. 1971)

  

keentoes:

ZOOEY: You were very cool. I would say you’re very cool.
EMILY: Oh, really? I tried to play it cool.
ZOOEY: You played it cool, a lot. I was less cool.
EMILY: I was never actually cool in school, but I acted cool.
ZOOEY: She was kind of like, “I don’t wanna talk right now..”
EMILY: Aloof.
ZOOEY: She was kind of like that. She was very aloof. I was little bit more… crazy.

If you were a Deschanel sister, who would you be? For starters I’ve been told I’m aloof. I think that settles that. 

(Source: hodgkins, via sollapalooza)

Live at the BRIT Awards 2011, Adele sings her heart out.

Someone Like You by Adele