just, because.

So, as the whole world and their grandmamajoe's know, Beavis and Butt-head is finally coming back to television! I am beyond excited! I remember watching back-to-back episodes with my older sister as a kid. After several episode re-inactments, both of us eventually mastered the inevitable "huhhh huhh huh's," and "eh heh heh's." Beavis and Butt-head is just a classic, man. And with great luck, I was able to get a hold of one of their 1994 Rolling Stone College Special edition issues. I randomly decided to visit a local bookshop a few minutes away from home, and to my surprise, it was vintage magazine heaven! There I was finger-flipping through some issues of Rolling Stones when *heavenly sound effect* Beavis and Butt-head! Of course I had to bring it back home with me, regardless the fact that my room is starting to look more and more like a museum with all my hoarded findings. But, c'mon. How could anyone resist such a find? An even sweeter bonus, the store owner (which was super adorable, let me tell you. An about 70-something year old Italian women that held quite the conversation about her passion for vintage readings and trio music) apparently "digged" my personality and only ended up charging me two bucks for it. It will definitely be a hand-me-down to my children one day (whenever/if ever I have any.) Heck, I'll make sure to have children just to have my mini capsule of cool 1990's handed-down.

Please,

don't make me like you.

One - fifty (two)

1. Birds


2. Hands


3. Tea


4. Letters


5. Words


6. Dreams


7. The number Seven


8. Commas ,


9. Periods.


10. Radiohead


11. Nirvana


12. Camera Obscura


13. (Parenthesis)

14. parler dans français

15. hablar en español

16. secret crushes


17. unspoken-about-kisses


18. Zooey Deschannel


19. How I Met Your Mother


20. When will I ever meet your mother?


21. Questions?


22. Questions without answers.


23. Mysteries


24. Mysterious people


25. Odd people


26. Quiet people who listen to their I-pods 24/7


27. Denny's. cos' it's open 24/7.


28. The color blue:


29. like the sky,


30. and the sea.


31. not making sense to others,


32. but making sense to myself.


33. when others make no sense to me,


34. at all,


35. I become much more intrigued.


36. fancy words


37. worn-out shoes


39. skipping numbers


38. and making up for it afterwards


40. Old books that no one reads


41. Exposed diaries


42. watermelon,


43. with lemon.


44. faces,


45. freckles,


46. freckles on faces.


47. believing


48. that


49. everything will somehow


50. fall into place,


51. no matter what.


52. Oh, and Ending things in even numbers.

Have you ever,

been so happy 
that you could just die
and it wouldn't even matter?

"I'm alone on a bicycle for two."

Where is my mind?

So, I'm currently listening to a song called "Where is my mind" by the Pixels (hence the title of this post) and I thought to myself, hmm...what a good freaking question. I am literally like a mind on a stick (okay, not literally) and yes, that doesn't really make much sense. but the point here is, I am a non-stop thinker. I think way too much, of everything, and I mean everything. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Right now, I'm still in that what-the-hell-am-I-even-doing-here/ what's my purpose sort of phase. The more I grow, the more and more distant the answer to that question seems to get. I'm a college gal, I work, I'm in my last year of teenage-hood, and it all seems so obscure. Things used to seem so much simpler as a kid. I could have been a librarian, or a rock star, I could have been a freaking astronaut--and now, I feel so limited. But still, I want it. I want it all. It's like, fuck. I want to be a radio dj, and I want people to listen to real freaking music. I want to open a record store in the heart of a busy city, and forever carry on the talents of Thom Yorke, Bjork, and the Raconteurs. I want to write for fucking magazines, and reach out to all the odd, pigeon-toed, crooked smile underdogs. I want to learn how to paint, and make beautiful art pieces that my future grandchildren can hang in their early-twenties apartments. I want to learn how to play every single instrument possible, and make sweet passionate music. I want to be a chef, an actress, a fashion designer, a lover, a giver, a traveler, a maker--"I want to be one of these things first". and perhaps the trip that I'll (hopefuly, fingers-crossed) be taking to Boston this December will help me start it off.

One day, I'll give it up.

give it all up, and buy a one-way train ticket to the city of Chicago.

Twenty years from now,
I don't want to say the same.

No one knows where she comes from
Maybe she's a devil in disguise
I can tell by looking in her eyes.

Little miss strange
Little miss strange.

I don't want what you want
I don't feel what you feel
See I'm stuck in a city
But I belong in a field.



Love is so melancholic. 

Carousels twirl all around exited youth.
I do not mind
at all.
We’re tonight in a world full of thrills—it can come carry me up,
far above
it all.

It’s a long way down
from here
to the sound.
Watch the faces
go ‘round—
to the stars
then the ground.

Ferris wheels carried us away
not so long ago.
Times I’ve betrayed.
Where would we be now if I had taken your hand?
Well the years they pass by slow
don’t they?

It’s a long way down
from here
to the sound.
Watch the faces
go ‘round—
to the stars
then the ground.

haven't you heard?
some things don't need descriptions.

film du jour.

Krótki film o milosci (A Short Film About Love) (1988)

I agree with you, trust me, I do.
I am well aware that I post way too much music videos on here.
But c'mon, can you blame a gal? Music + Videos = love, man!

And talking about love, I think I might just be in love with Beirut.
Correction, I am utterly head-over-Chuck Taylor's for this dude!

He is so charming, too c h a r m i n g ♥

press play >

 

I was fortunate enough to see this lovely band at FYF Fest this year,
and yesss, they are absolutely brilliant live!
It was an intimate, sardine-packed setting, and I loved every lasting minute of it. ♥

c l i c k, click.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/geraldinecampo/5882735672/

My hands are cold.
My nose is cold.
It's 7:25 PM.
I'm sitting at computer 420 (oh, geez) in my schools computer lab,
which happens to be located inside the schools library
(and if you know me, you know how much I love libraries.)
I'm listening to "I might be Wrong" by, yes, you guessed it :
R A D I O H E A D.
The computer lab instructor just announced that the computer lab
will be closing in exactly 15 minutes.
This little scenario that I just described--
the simple moment I happen to point and time be in right now,
I'll never have it again.
No matter how significant or insignificant a moment may be,
you only get it once.
You may come across doing the same thing day after day,
but it will never truly be the same passing twice.
Every-single-second of our lovely little lives are their own. Never ours.

" I will

Lay me down

In a bunker

Underground

I won’t let this happen to my children

Meet the real world coming out of your shell

With white elephants

Sitting ducks

I will

R I S E   U P. "