feist - the bad in each other
patron saint of pretension.
i am not your national anthem.
(page 50)
there was something strange about naoko’s becoming twenty. i felt as if the only thing that made sense, whether for naoko or for me, was to keep going back and forth between eighteen and nineteen. after eighteen would come nineteen, and after nineteen, eighteen. of course. but she turned twenty. and in the fall, i would do the same. only the dead stay seventeen forever.
(page 68)
“so i’m not crazy after all! i thought i looked good myself once i cut it all off. not one guy likes it, though. they all tell me i look like a first grader or a concentration camp survivor. what’s this thing that guys have for girls with long hair? fascists, the whole bunch of them! why do guys think that girls with long hair are the classiest, sweetest, most feminine? i mean, i myself know at least two hundred and fifty unclassy girls with long hair. really.”
(page 75)
“tell me, nagasawa,” i asked, “what is the ‘standard of action’ in your life?”
“you’ll laugh if i tell you,” he said.
“no, i won’t.”
“all right,” he said, “to be a gentleman.”
i didn’t laugh, but i nearly fell off my chair. “‘to be a gentleman’? a gentleman?”
“you heard me.”
“what does it mean to be a gentleman? how do you define it?”
“a gentleman is someone who does not do what he wants to do but what he should do.”
“you’re the weirdest guy i ever met,” i said.
“you’re the straightest guy i ever met,” he said.
lana del rey - national anthem (demo)
he says to be cool, but i don’t know how yet.
Si Sherlock at ang Azkals ng Baywalk (or, The Hound of the Baskervilles)
diyós ko po, benta `to sa’kin. i would totally watch this. i would totally. watch. this.
or, talagáng pápanoorin ko `to.
(Source: prufrocking)
4 days to go. D:
…what are my high school doodles doing floating around the internet? hu-how did this get on tumblr?
Nicest Thing / Kate Nash
All I know is that you’re so nice
You’re the nicest thing I’ve seen
I wish that we could give it a go
See if we could be something
I wish I was your favourite girl
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style
I wish you couldn’t figure me out
But you always wanna know what I was about
I wish you’d hold my hand
When I was upset
I wish you’d never forget
The look on my face when we first met
I wish you had a favourite beauty spot
That you loved secretly
‘Cause it was on a hidden bit
That nobody else could see
Basically, I wish that you loved me
I wish that you needed me
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,
Actually I meant three
I wish that without me your heart would break
I wish that without me you’d be spending the rest of your nights awake
I wish that without me you couldn’t eat
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep
Look, all I know is that you’re the nicest thing I’ve ever seen
And I wish that we could see if we could be something
Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be somethingOh, such honesty.
Because I love Kate Nash.
because you are.
filed under: emails you don’t want to receive from your professor once you’re halfway through the freaking book.
i just bought a pair of socks from topman (topman? TOPMAN! mishka, you know you’re not supposed to buy a pair of socks that cost as much as a proper shirt [or maybe even two], how are you supposed maintain your nonexistent bracket b cred?) that look like sharks.
hooked. the ting-tings as angsty teenagers with homicidal tendencies stuck in the eighties. also, elizabeth sankley is, like, super cute.
what i’d give for a weekend of just sitting in my pajamas all day, doing absolutely nothing without the guilt brought about by neglecting papers.