the only advice you’ll ever need

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i can find neither my tuner nor the key to the laundry room

*velociraptor screeching*

What is Love? 

baby don’t hurt me

don’t hurt me

no more

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a) i think my keyboard woes are solved, though i don’t know if i’m going to keep the old one or sell it. i feel like i ~should~ sell it but i don’t need the money urgently and it’s hard for me to part with the weighted keys. :c

b) my amplification problems can be solved for $100, which is a pretty acceptable number to me.

c) my friend invited me to her friend’s show at a punk house last night, and to be honest it was the most refreshing thing i’ve been to in a while. compared to a show in a bar, the vibe was so much more homey and inviting and less showy. i couldn’t find my friend for a while so i started chatting with the doorman - a guy with black leather boots up to his knees and a studded leather jacked and a blonde mohawk - and he was friendliest, happiest person i’ve talked to in a while. no matter what the “reputation,” i feel like ~generally, most of my experiences with people in “alternative” subcultures is that as long as you’re just being honest and down-to-earth, people who participate in those subcultures are just SO much easier to be around than… most people that i talk to. they really don’t pretend to be anything other than they are, and if you do the same, you get along just fine. and i LOVE that. that’s a generalized experience, and i’m sure it varies more from one group to another, but generally. generally. that’s been how i’ve felt. that was the most refreshing place i’ve been to ~socialize~ in weeks.

i used to work at a coffee shop where all the other baristas were tatted-up punks, and i was always too intimidated by the idea or seeming illegitimacy of a punk house show to go, but i am kind of starting to see the appeal. punk music isn’t where my heart lies, but its simple and incredibly straightforward nature has a real charm.

d) i have streamlined much of my closet and i bought a few new nice, timeless pieces (capitalism! materialism! shock and horror) to augment what i’ve got, and they cost more than i wanted them to but relatively speaking still a pretty great deal considering they’ll last forever, and i got rid of a BUNCH of mediocre clothing i’ve accumulated over the years, and cleaned a bunch of other stuff up and bundled up a bunch of things i have NEVER needed to give away, and that just feels really good.

“If a female student got drunk and had her car stolen the university would call the police. If she got drunk and had her computer stolen, they would call the police. If she got drunk and had her phone stolen, they would call the police. The fact that she was drunk would not even be factored in when assessing if a crime had been committed. But if she gets drunk and has her body invaded and her humanity stolen, school administrations are perplexed about what to do.”


why is this so hard for people to understand

technically this has always been the case for photo leaks i guess? but i’m glad that people are finally saying it so blatantly.

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no but the best part is how he got the name:

his name was originally “potatoes,” and his owner, willoughby bertie, told the stable lad who helped him to write the horse’s name on a feed bin. the boy misheard it as, literally “pot-eight-o’s” and wrote it with 8 o’s. bertie found it so funny that he kept that as the horses name.

This is the most beautiful horse-related story I’ve ever heard.

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keeping up with the news during vacation.

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