Rolsem Roliese

I was just listening to Modest Mouse by myself for the first...

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 04:13:00 -0600

I was just listening to Modest Mouse by myself for the first time in a very long time (they really got me through tough times back in high school) and had this realization: I’m so trapped in this technological world there’s no room for that wild, free feeling anymore. It makes me just want to go out and drive drive drive forever. It makes me want to make all my dreams come true. I want to see all of this god damned United States because I love/hate it so much. And I want to get the hell out of this country. It’s 17 year old boy feelings again. Good things are around the corner (always, but especially now).

codydavisphotography: The Shave/ Slutever by Lessa Millet

Thu, 31 Jan 2013 23:41:04 -0600

codydavisphotography:

The Shave/ Slutever by Lessa Millet

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Mon, 08 Oct 2012 13:28:58 -0500

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Sun, 07 Oct 2012 13:18:07 -0500

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Sat, 29 Sep 2012 13:28:16 -0500

stfuconservatives: shaymine: justjosiehicks: ehahlil: Are...

Wed, 26 Sep 2012 13:29:44 -0500

stfuconservatives:

shaymine:

justjosiehicks:

ehahlil:

Are you with the ~~BANNED?~~

ALWAYS.

any book worth banning is a book worth reading

I keep a running (but incomplete) list of banned books here if you want to check some out.

Sing me to sleep.

Tue, 18 Sep 2012 03:04:30 -0500

Sing me to sleep.

rustybreak: Kumi Yamashita

Mon, 17 Sep 2012 13:28:31 -0500

rustybreak:

Kumi Yamashita

The many emotions of Cody and Rainy, just a couple hood rats.

Mon, 17 Sep 2012 05:11:52 -0500

The many emotions of Cody and Rainy, just a couple hood rats.

thingsofthespirit

Mon, 17 Sep 2012 01:40:24 -0500

thingsofthespirit

Exhausted.

Mon, 17 Sep 2012 01:07:05 -0500

I’m exhausted. Trying to grow up so fast but I’m not even 21 and I really just want to be a kid for a while longer. I’m pushing myself to be successful really hard, which is great to a certain point, but I need to just chill the fuck out and enjoy myself.

I want to go back to school and get a degree. I need that time to just make friends and make art and write and learn and grow, grow, grow, in a more structured setting. I need the social support. Creating it on my own is hectic and exhausting and throwing me in every which direction.

I work hard. And I want to work hard academically as well. I know the school route is right for me. I’m working on applying to Columbia College now, but Chicago is just one city out of so many cities in this country. I could go to school anywhere. I’m free. Where do I go to school? What do I study? How do I do it? How do I push myself to apply? How can I escape the application fees because I can’t really even feed myself now. I’m trying. I need help. Please help.

On top of this, I need new glasses. I want to rip my eye balls out because mine are so scratched and distorted. But I can’t afford them. My mother is having to ask my grandparents for financial help just to buy food. I feel so alone. Where do I turn to? How am I supposed to help myself when it seems like there is no help?

I’ve never vented on Tumblr like this before. But I simply don’t know what to do. I try to stay strong, but sometimes I just want to give up.

transportationnation: How to turn an underground, abandoned...

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 16:29:06 -0500

transportationnation:

How to turn an underground, abandoned trolley space into a High Line-esque park. And you can visit the prototype in person! (via Proposed Lowline Underground Park Debuts “Solar Harvesters” for Subterranean Photosynthesis (PICS) | Transportation Nation)

Vincent van Gogh

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 00:25:01 -0500

Vincent van Gogh

This is what I look like on a good day.

Fri, 31 Aug 2012 01:39:28 -0500

This is what I look like on a good day.

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Fri, 24 Aug 2012 13:28:43 -0500

So fresh, Luka Dolecki. Inspired.

Thu, 23 Aug 2012 13:28:06 -0500

So fresh, Luka Dolecki. Inspired.

nzafro: Limitless. I want this. Like really, really badly....

Wed, 22 Aug 2012 13:17:19 -0500

nzafro:

Limitless.

I want this. Like really, really badly. Because time does not exist.

Goddamn WW2, huh?

Wed, 22 Aug 2012 00:23:10 -0500

Goddamn WW2, huh?

Time is a great teacher, unfortunately it kills all its...

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 13:21:03 -0500

Time is a great teacher, unfortunately it kills all its students

Strange Things

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 03:21:33 -0500

The strangest things happen to me all the time. For example: right now, I am waiting for the nephew of Matt Walker, drummer for most famously Filter, The Smashing Pumpkins, and Morissey, to come smoke pot with me.

I was literally sitting on my couch right next to the window, when I hear a knock. It was some guy I was unsure of. We meet lots of people in our window, so it’s nothing new; just some guy who wants to chat. I wasn’t calling for attention. The window was closed and locked.

I didn’t open the window initially. Instead, I just loudly said “what’s up?” and tried to blow him off. He waved, said hello, and just stood there looking at me. I said “how’s it going?” and he said something else, but he wasn’t really trying to be heard through the window. I decided I’d crack the window and did, and started small talk with him.

He was drunk, coming from Cole’s bar next door, getting his bike chained up to the no parking sign right in front of my window, and just happened to say hello. He easily could have just unlocked his bike and rode home, but instead he taps.

We immediately hit it off. After about five minutes I decide to invite him in and finish smoking the bowl I have loaded, but before allowing him, announced that “My father was a cop, and he taught me how to fight. So if you try pulling some shit I’m going to have to fuck you up. I expect the best, but I’m just saying I’m not afraid to hurt you.”

The weirdest thing, though, is that I had spent the last half hour or so reading Wikipedia articles about The Smiths and all of it’s band members. I’m pretty sure I had a Matt Walker tab open in my browser. And here comes his nephew, just drunkenly knocking on my window to say hello.

He came inside, saw a guitar, picked it up, but it turned out to be a lefty so I pulled out the guitar my grandma gave me and handed it to him. Announced that it is, in fact my grandma’s, and is very special. He started playing and sounded great; kind of just swooped me in immediately. Then we started looking up music, and he showed me some of his, and I ended up playing this Lana Del Rey song for him on the guitar, strangely enough the only song I know, and he fell in love. Then I showed him the real thing, then he played and I sang. And then we started talking about busking, and he’s so down. I’ve always wanted to busk.

Lots of people have tapped on this window, and lots of people I’ve made some nice connections with, but this is one of the most special knocks yet to occur.

Now, here I am, on Tumblr, waiting for Mr. Walker to come back and load the next bowl.

Harmony.