i hate telling sad stories. to much personal info makes me nervous, not because i mind you knowing, but because i mind you not believing me.
all my imaginary friends
shuffle the cards, and deal a new round of poker hands: they differ in every way from the previous round, and yet it is the same pack of cards, and the same game, with the same spirit, the same players grim-faced and silent, surrounded by a haze of tobacco-smoke.
Modest Mouse, Architecture In Helsinki, Editors, Muse, Émilie Simon, Howling Bells, Metronomy
i listen to a LOT of rap, hip hop and reggae
The Triplets of Belleville, Brick, Paradise Now, Joyeux Noel, Waking Life, The Dinner Game, Good Bye Lenin, life is Beautiful, City of God, The Sea Is Watching, Bomb The System, Breakfast on Pluto, The Edukators, Goodfellas,
but you wouldn't like him if you knew him. you'd realize that he's not fucking perfect . that he shits and farts like the rest of us.