Expectation is the root of all heartache.William Shakespeare (via veg-pits)
(Source: quote-book, via doyourwardance)
Song: Magic Trick - “Ruby”
Julian Lynch - “Gloves”
You know I don’t put a song or video on here unless I’m in love with it.
Kurt Vile - “Baby’s Arms”
I get sick of just about everyone and I
Hide in my baby’s arms
Hide in my baby’s arms
Writing a heartfelt note to my ex-girlfriend after almost a year of not talking to her and then crying afterward makes me feel like such a loser.
For what it’s worth, I loved her more than I’ve ever loved anything.
La Luz - “Sure as Spring” (Live on KEXP)
Martin Douglas
I used to always see the end of my twenties as some sort of nightmarish existential clusterfuck or not even making it there, but it’s turning out to be kind of a fucking ball. It’s okay to have fun living.
Martin Douglas
Song: Parquet Courts - “Light Up Gold II”
Martin Douglas
Martin Douglas
the pressing and the flipping and the folding and the hanging.
every so often, whenever i have the pleasure of laundry stacking up on my futon, i specifically carve out a portion of my day to iron; it’s a special activity that i hold incredibly dear. i set up my ironing board parallel to the front windows in my loft, i separate the foldables from the ironables, i put on a record. i sing along with the words as i push my iron back and forth, driving it over the corners and creases like i’m flattening rocky land. as much as i love having pressed clothes, it’s — as most things in life are — more about the journey than the destination. the destination only means that i’m free to continue my sopranos marathon or whatever. what do you do after you’ve reached your destination? you rest, i guess. rest is boring sometimes.
i think about the way it looks while i’m ironing, how i look doing it. i think about the camera hovering over the ironing board, or panning out as i step away to put a pair of pants on a hanger. the steam puffs out in aesthetically pleasing bursts. i must be some special type of crazy to think ironing is art, but i think everything is art. think about someone taking out their trash from the right angles or with the right editing. it doesn’t look heroic by any means; it’s still pretty boring. but when you think of the dreadfully cliched “motion picture that is your life,” the mundane occasions add up pretty fast. brilliantly directed, artful ironing is what i think of when i stand in front of that board.
in my one-a-day journal entry today, i wrote, “my crime drama will definitely feature an extended montage of the protagonist ironing.” the other things i have in that book aren’t for you to know. wink.
