January 2012
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December 2011
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November 2011
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October 2011
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“Life is hard even if you cheat.”
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thirtythreeandme:
Feeling like this song matches...
September 2011
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when your mom tries to move your ass from de couch
fuckyeahfatcats:
:
CAN’T STOP LAUGHING
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August 2011
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if you’re touring your mind you’ll get lost every time.
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Earlier this week Marc Bianchi put out his last album as Her Space Holiday.
HSH has been one of my favorite bands since I have been in high school. I still remember the first song I listened to, “Japanese Gum.” I’ve had the pleasure of seeing the band twice and this past March at SXSW I even got to speak to Marc about a band we both enjoyed. Highlight of my life, yes.
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“HOLY CRAP. Reading The Philosophers stone and actually taking notes of...”
– (via quidditchtroll)
Actually, yes. And I’ve taken it.
July 2011
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thirtythreeandme:
obsessed with this song.
I...
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I haven’t been constant for a while now. By that I mean I’ve been traveling a lot this past month. illinois, missouri, illinois, missouri, oklahoma, texas, illinois. I’ve been back in Chicago for a little over a week and if I didn’t miss my cat so much I think I would be more content.
It’s been a very rough month. I’m tired of losing and tension and feeling...
thirtythreeandme:
A Lull has been one of my...
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L.A. Weekly: So, do you have a cat?
Morrissey: I’ve had many, many, many.
L.A. Weekly: But you’re on the road.
Morrissey: Yes, it’s — I’ve had many, and many have passed away.
L.A. Weekly: That’s the worst part.
Morrissey: Horrendous, horrendous. It’s worse than a human passing away.
L.A. Weekly: Is it?
Morrissey: Yes, it really is.
L.A. Weekly: Why?
Morrissey: Because you feel the cat doesn’t fully understand. They’re looking to you, they’re relying on you to get them through this, and you can’t . . . I’ve been in certain situations where I’ve had to terminate the life for the benefit of the cat and the pain is too much to bear. It’s insufferable. Because even as they get the final needle, they’re purring and they’re loving you and . . .
L.A. Weekly: I know, it happened to me, my dog, too. It was awful, because they gave him the shot of ketamine, so he became paralyzed, but he was still conscious and he couldn’t . . . then I thought, oh God, now where’s his spirit, because he doesn’t understand what happened?
Morrissey: And he is just assuming that if he is sitting next to you, he’s going to be okay.
L.A. Weekly: Was your cat maimed?
Morrissey: No, but he was very, very old, and he was arthritic, and he couldn’t go to the toilet properly and I would have to take him to the toilet, I’d have to do everything, but he was very, very happy, and as long as he was with me, he was thrilled to death. So, I held him at the last moment when they inserted the needle and, uh . . . I cried for hours and hours and hours. This sound came out of me, this sound of despair when he went, and I’d never heard it before.
L.A. Weekly: Wow!
Morrissey: Because I thought I’d be — I thought I could completely handle his death and I’d be fine. I’d look after him, I’d make sure everything was okay, and I’d make sure that his transition was as easy and comfortable as possible. And I howled.
L.A. Weekly: I mean, I still have moments where I grieve again, out of the blue — does that happen to you?
Morrissey: Of course! Of course! You miss your pets. You miss Sir Doo-Dah or whatever his name is . . . You miss them and you feel for them, and my cat was an incredible character. He wasn’t merely a cat, he was beyond human. He had the most incredible personality, an enormous personality, and as tough as, as they say, old boots, and I still miss him, I really still miss him. Sorry, I’m boring you stiff . . .
L.A. Weekly: No! I want to talk forever.
Morrissey: Might not be long enough.
June 2011
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I’m supposed to be finishing an article but I’m feeling all nostalgic for southwestern couches, a girl with perfect hair and a squinty eye, cake spitting, trips to an apple orchard, mean girls parties, and times that when I wanted to see my best friends I would just have to walk down stairs or a couple blocks north.
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May 2011
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every time my heart feels too heavy to breathe, I know it’s time to go home.
krystahamann:
WE COULD ALL USE A LITTLE HOPE SOMETIMES, YOU KNOW?
THAT FEELING THAT EVERYTHING IS GONNA TO BE OK, AND THAT SOMEONE IS THERE TO MAKE SURE OF THAT.
amen.