the Mountain Goats - Counting Songs For Bitter Children
one, two, two and a half Stick around here, don’t make me laugh Two and a half, three, four point five A new day’s dawning and my hours arrive
I don’t even know what to say about this song. It took me more than an hour to track down because, as far as I’m aware, this is the only recording in existence and it was uploaded by JD to sendspace four years ago and posted on the mountain-goats.com forum, where sharing is, uh, a complicated business. I think it’s a shame to let a gem like this disappear, though, so here it is.
“Let’s fall in love like
our parents never taught us to
confuse love and complacency.
Like we aren’t
still picking glass from our soles.
Like we have more
to offer each other
than bouquets of fears,
insecurities, and commitment issues.
Let’s fall in love like we’re sixteen-
and not yet knowing that
we are capable of cutting someone
Let’s fall in love quickly,
foolishly, like we haven’t
done this before.
Let’s fall in love like that’s it.
Like we never had a choice.
Like it’s just you and me
and the possibility of what
we could be.”—When Your Heart Breaks, Get Up And Stomp On It Again | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
“How I wish I could hug everyone and tell them that it’s okay. It’s okay to be scared and angry and hurt and selfish. It’s part of being human.”—Frank Warren, PostSecret: Extraordinary Confessions from Ordinary Lives
when the ghost of your father comes to town what the hell else can you do I flung open all the windows put the water on for tea and let him pass right through
he took to knocking over furniture getting into the reception on the wireless he tore up all the dry goods in the pantry he was strong and he was tireless when the priest came to call, I sent him on his way I got a tremor in my hands and my feet are made of clay when the ghost of your father starts pushing you around how are you gonna make him stop I took down all the crosses, I let him set up shop
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
“I spent like 10 years of my life pretending to fly around on a broomstick and you’re asking me if preparing for a love scene was ‘tricky’ because the other person also had a penis?”—Daniel Radcliffe (via hankgreensmoustache)
“if he isn’t calling you then it’s okay to feel
this destroyed over a boy but remember
he did you a favor i know you think this is
the end but it is also the beginning it is also
cleaning up after yourself you can’t keep
crawling inside other people sooner or later
the heap of clothes at the foot of your bed
is going to stand up on its own and talk back
you can’t just wash your hair in the sink
forever when there are people with real
problems who still remember to recycle
and when did you become so soft? trying
so hard to look sexy in photos that you come
off as confused eating nothing but waffles
is not a diet even if there are blueberries
don’t ask just tell about the kinds of shocking
things you find under your nail beds your
mother warned you about pain that would be
there one day and then gone the next she
warned you about it all”—Kristina Haynes, “If He Isn’t Calling You”