Luzinterruptus have brought their light-based street art from Madrid to NYC; this is 800 books, each with a light attached, with the intention of replacing traffic with literature.
artist: Luzinterruptus
location: Brooklyn Bridge/ Water St., NYC
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Luzinterruptus have brought their light-based street art from Madrid to NYC; this is 800 books, each with a light attached, with the intention of replacing traffic with literature.
artist: Luzinterruptus
location: Brooklyn Bridge/ Water St., NYC
Eternal Sunshine <3
who the fuck goes and tells their girlfriend (who, by the way, didn’t want a relationship in the first place but was talked into it because i am incapable of ever saying no ‘cause ive got a wishbone where my backbone should be) that you let a girl (from JERSEY OF ALL PLACES) kiss you and then she “stuck her tongue down my throat!”
WTF DUDE!?!?!???
getting any sorta tongue action (even when not wanted) implies a) you let her kiss you on the mouth and b) you had your mouth open enough to receive said tongue action.
now, i consider myself a fairly understanding lady and i don’t get jealous that easily. but really? letting some cum-dumpster (from JERSEY!?!??) kiss you and stick her tongue in your mouth and then tell me (“oh, haha”) like it’s no big deal?
yah. sorry. not happening. especially since i can do better. especially since i don’t think i should put up w/ bullshit like that. especially since i’m 26 and really, really, realllly would appreciate being single again. don’t gimme a chance to throw your sorry ass to the curb just yet, buddy. it’s only been a month.
i want out. i want out of this city and this job and this life. i feel stuck. i feel nervous and twitchy and ive been overcome with an overwhelming case of wanderlust. and i don’t really know how to accurately describe these feelings that i’m having. i just feel trapped.
but fuck you. jersery? really. god…
seeing things like this make me suddenly panic about closing in on 30 years of age.
everyone says “oh c’mon, 30 isn’t old.” and they’re right. it’s not. but it’s a fairly reasonable expectation that at some point in the next 10 years, i will be a) married b) have children and c) own a home.
when will i have time to see all these amazing things in the world?
where will i get the money to travel to all these places?
i want to see this. i want to see this view in this exact picture.
i gotta figure this shit out.
this is why i’m leaving next year. my city. my office. my apartment. my honda. i’m done. throwing up my hands. totally done.
PJ Harvey - Dress
The violins scrape and scream, the bass drops out entirely, and the last 30 seconds of the song sound like one final, dying convulsion, perhaps mirroring the meltdown of our frustrated female narrator, lying alone in her bed, punching her pillow, kicking her feet, and crying.
The Dead Milkmen, “If You Love Somebody, Set Them on Fire”