"A principal fruit of friendship, is the ease and discharge of the fulness and swellings of the heart, which passions of all kinds do cause and induce."

Francis Bacon (via unknoweverything)

This is pretty great cristeen

(via karmicadjustment)
newsweek:

Oh my. 

newsweek:

Oh my. 

I made you a playlist of some songs that are so good that they’re exhausting me emotionally and mentally. I would recommend them if you are into:

  • malaise 
  • songs by female artists with weird, kooky (strong, beautiful) personas 
  • songs by male artists with decent-to-OK personas
  • bouncing or sobbing or both in your subway car personal space
  • harpsichord
  • songs that don’t have harpsichord but you’re distinctly thinking, “You know, I bet a harpsichord wouldn’t have too much trouble feeling at home here.”
  • not getting it

Anyway, here.  You take them.  They are your problem now. 

Just take my money, Kristen Bell. TAKE ALL OF IT.

Take This Waltz is on Netflix streaming! Everyone go go goooooo!

Take This Waltz is on Netflix streaming! Everyone go go goooooo!

Box Elder
Pavement

Young hearts, I hope you lived your teenage dreams this weekend

Did ya get your braces removed? Get into to your top choice college? Die the ends of your hair teal using that Hot Topic gunk? Finally transform into Judy Jetson? 

Me, too, you guys. Me, too.

Sheet dreams

I bought new sheets! Last night I dreamed I went to the ball with Olympic gold medalist Shaun White, so I think they’re working. 

They’re a solid gold color. It was this or “sweet petals” from the Martha Stewart Collection, so it wasn’t exactly a tough decision. The thing is, I didn’t even know there was a ball, so I was just roaming around the hills, trying to find a stable pedestrian bridge to cross, when Shaun came out of nowhere and said, “Time for the ball! We gotta go!” And I was like, “I’m sorry, what??? What century is this? Since when are there still formal balls? And since when are you Shaun White?”

The package said that these were 450 thread count and “soft and silken to the touch” but I think the package is a dirty liar. But it’s my fault, really, for buying into the stupid logic of thread counts. Do the number of threads really bear that much weight on how soft something is? As a person who regularly wears clothes made out of threads, I’ve never heard a single comparison between the number of threads in soft, comfy sweaters and the number of threads in cardboard boxes. You’d think that, in this day and age, a bouncer would allow a world-class athlete through even if he wasn’t explicitly on the guest list, but he didn’t. Shaun cried.