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Something else is hurting you — that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.

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-  Charles Bukowski (via petrichour)

(Source: theradiodaze, via vicariousvictim)

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You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch.

Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy.

You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. You personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like.

If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way.

Set fire to your old self. It’s not needed here. It’s too busy shopping, gossiping about others, and watching days go by and asking why you haven’t gotten as far as you’d like. This old self will die and be forgotten by all but family, and replaced by someone who makes a difference.

Your new self is not like that. Your new self is the Great Chicago Fire—overwhelming, overpowering, and destroying everything that isn’t necessary.

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Julien Smith 

(via kaleidoscopicjuvenile)

I love this. Totally.

(via gettingahealthybody)

(via alienhuggs)

rollingstone:

No band summed up the freewheeling spirit of Nineties rock like the Breeders. They did not wear shoulder pads. They didn’t do lipstick. They didn’t even seem to wash their hair. They just seemed to roll out of bed in the afternoon, grab a guitar from the floor and transform into American rock goddesses. But Kim Deal and her ragged crew of Ohio players ruled the summer of 1993 with their classic second LP, Last Splash. In the aftershock of Nirvana, amid all the controversies over grunge and riot grrrl, the Breeders were the one band everybody could agree to love.
Happy 52nd birthday Kim Deal!

Yo, its Kim Deal’s birthday. Everybody celebrate by listening to vast amounts of Pixies and Breeders. Who knows how music would have been different had she not answered that ad. We might not have gotten that beautiful song about a black cock.

rollingstone:

For ten years, Pavement’s Stephen Malkmus has been rock & roll’s greatest expressionist, his work marked by an emotional clarity all the more impressive for the way it stays doggedly fuzzy around the edges. Terror Twilight is his most direct statement of purpose ever (in short: Things hurt, and growing up is hard, but kissing helps), and still the songs and lyrics slide around with a decorous unpredictability, like ice on a hot stove. This is an album full of folk-rock lucidity, tough-guy guitar spills, space-rock languor and a debonair heartache worthy of Seal or Morrissey. Give it half a chance and it will reveal itself as an exquisitely focused portrait of the most consistent band of the decade.
Pavement’s Terror Twilight was released 14 years ago today.