I’m impressed. You managed to keep your eyes closed and listen to your ipod (nano, black, 1st generation) and make it off on your stop. I can only assume that you were counting how many times the train stopped. You also must have been listening to 80’s power ballads. I say this because no one would expect that from you. I find it awesome. Your nano had a white rubber case that matched your beanie and sweater. You had brown pointy boots that went well with the brown tights. You were wearing a black jacket and had a blue tie-dye scarf. I found this radical. Your hair is long, silky, and brown. Golden highlights abound. You had a brown purse, but a black backpack. Although you looked very sleepy and upset that you were headed to work, your eyes, incidentally, made me swoon. Very pretty. Also, I loved the beauty mark on your left cheek. Super hot. Have a great day at work, Vanessa.
It certainly looks like you’ve had a long day. Your eyes are heavy and sleepy. However, it does look like your day was productive. I’m assuming that it was your day off. You have a full shopping bag from h & m. Your hair is red, but not naturally so. Your eyes are an incredible, piercing, blue. And naturally so. I’m a big fan of the beret clip-thing in your hair, it’s very cute and suits your haircut. You have a long brown jacket with (what I’m assuming) faux fur lining. I bet you love dogs. You also have a black bag made out of (faux) leather that matches your rad boots and tights. The best part is that your scarf is rainbow colored and in no way matches anything else. I find this adorable. Well done on the french manicure, I bet your toes match. There is no ipod involved. Quite the day off, but you really should go to bed early. You look lost in dreamland. Good night, Kristin.
This is how you make a pop song “indie.” You take a heavily lauded pop song rife with sparkly instrumentation, strip it down to just acoustics, and play like your singing to yourself in your bathroom. You can do this with any song and still maintain your “indie cred.” Ever really loved that High School Musical or Britney Spears song? Never fear, record it just like Mr. Hill here did with Mr. Brightside, and you too can easily become “accesible” whilst still being “cool.”
today is my dad’s birthday so i thought i would write something. on my other tumblr, livefrommybedroom.tumblr.com, i recorded a song that he wrote many years before i was born. there’s a cool story behind this. the immediately story is that he wrote it around the time he was my age and was feeling a lot of the same feelings that i have so often felt. about not being where he wanted to be, about how everyone around seemed to have things together, about how life is life, sometimes. the other side of this is the part that i take with me.
when my dad was playing his music live, he always told me that he had terrible stage fright. which is fair, it’s hard to play in front of anyone. so when i happened to come around, my daddy saw that i was a very social person. he chose to help me with this. from the moment i learned to talk and walk at the same time, my dad would have me go and get the check from the waiter, order pizza on the phone, ask the bank teller for money, and pretty much do anything that invovled social interaction. this was on purpose.
i am now going to be 25 and i can approach anyone and talk about anything. i can play in front of total strangers and feel completely comfortable. i am, as a result, quite a ham. i owe a large portion of my personality to my dad and that he recognized that i could in fact, get over stage fright. so in the long run, i can get up there and play the hell out of a song my dad wrote many years before i was born. thanks dad, you’re like, the coolest. happy birthday.
on another note, if you’re a girl, then i still can’t talk to you.
It’s been awhile since I’ve written one. I believe I wrote my first Plane Letter in Jr. High, though it could have been earlier. Plane Letters are long (five or more pages) notes which are written to a friend or love interest. These can have drawings, mazes and games embedded between the rambling text.
Once written, the letter is placed within an envelope, sealed, given to the recipient and unopened until she is on the plane to her destination. Back in the day, the most common times of the year for Plane Letters were Winter Break & Spring Break.
When I was a little boy my mom used to tell me something. Needless to say, it stuck. Whenever we were out traveling the town/world/universe, and we witnessed or were subject to random acts of kindness from total strangers, my momma would say that we just met an Eskimo. Now, my mommy is a brilliant woman and completely aware of the fact that said Eskimo was not in actuality a real Eskimo, but nonetheless she called them as such. I think it’s because of the inherent sweetness in the word “Eskimo.” After all, those are the best kind of kisses. Anyway, long story short, it’s something I will always remember and eventually tell my children.
I was walking home from the subway today, from a long damn day at work. Curiously, I was walking a bit slower than usual. Perhaps this was because it wasn’t “punch you in the face” cold, or because my feet hurt, or maybe just because. Anyway, as I was about to get to my street to take a left and get home, I certainly saw something that totally made my day. As I was walking by a restaurant, I saw a blind man, complete with walking stick, being led to the correct restaurant by (and this is the awesome part) the cab driver who dropped him off. The cab was literally parked in the middle of the street, driver side door open and everything, and this cabbie was walking the man to the restaurant. I overhead cabbie asking the man what the exact address was so that he could get him exactly where he needed to be. And that was that. I continued walking, complete with smile and a fuzzy heart. Made my day it did. Certainly a sighting if I’ve ever seen.
You look tired. Like you haven’t had a solid night’s sleep in months. This is why I’ve decided that your tea tastes of berry and your name is Victoria. I realize the two are unrelated but I am just as sleepy. You’re not a fan of being called Vicky. You have an amazing black jacket that looks impossibly warm, you have blue jeans and black uggs from what I can assume. You have a tan bag that goes nicely with your outfit. A grey sweater that I believe is made by banana republic. Dirty blonde hair, pulled back in a ponytail, for it is too much effort to do otherwise. There is a beauty mark on your right cheek that I find fantastic. There are two reasons that I have decided as to why you, Victoria, are so sleepy. Both seem viable and both make me happy. One: You are a brand new momma. To which I will say congratulations. I’m sure the baby is darling and the father is a good man. Well done. Two: You are starting your last semester of medical school. You have exhausted but kind eyes. I’m sure you are wonderful at taking care of people. You will make a great doctor. Well done. Either way I’ve decided that this is why there is no ipod involved. You are too tired to listen to anything upbeat and too sleepy to stay awake if listening to anything else. You are super sultry, super sexy, and incidentally, super sleepy.
I knew your name immediately. Hello, Maria, you look like you’re freezing. Your brown hair is up, showing off your very red, very adorable ears. I am also quite the fan of your dark eyes. They happen to be a deep, chocolate, brown. I want you to know that all black is a very good choice for you. The gold accents are a good choice for you and your coat. It’s a nice touch. However, your blue purse (despite it’s gold accents) does not match your outfit. This, i am okay with. No one is perfect. Your boots, however, are impeccable. You do not have an ipod, and therefore i can only assume that you do not need one. The music you listen to are the sounds of the greatest city on the planet.
it’s a pleasant 21 degrees outside. to which i am glad i am at home, but somewhat upset by that very same fact. afterall, it is saturday and i have it on good authority that it’s all right for fighting.
you were wearing a burgundy beanie with sunglasses tucked comfortably on top. a tan jacket, green scarf, and a red sweater. an ipod nano (previous generation) was involved. I’ve decided that you were listening to Maroon 5 due simply to the playful nature you were exuding. Your eyes are magnificent and dark, dark brown. You had two purses, one black, and one with a green strap. You were wearing blue jeans tucked into boots. Upon inspection of said boots, it’s safe to say that you may need to replace the right one. I could very easily fall for you and that sexy smirk. You are going to meet a friend for a late lunch to discuss the previous evening. Or at least i’ve decided that you are. Your name is Nadia, though it is pronounced with a long a.