hearsay and hyperbole: Archive

hearsay and hyperbole

March 2012

2 posts

seeing-the-spit-and-image-of-a-dead-loved-one-reading-jung-on-the-subway kind of a night.

February 2012

66 posts

some descriptions of boys

“he’s really into outer space and hawkwind and getting high” “i’m not sure if he’s hot but he’s leaving the city so you wouldn’t have to worry he’d like, try to like you long or anything”

rolling around in the dirt of my voice awhile.

Thank you for this song, Damian! It makes me really happy. In fact, this whole album is so wonderful.

thinking about background vox as the unconscious. all that moaning.

need to heed my own advice today →

the dark backward

woodentooth: Love - A House Is Not A Motel

patience is a virtue. virtue is a drag.

stupid february, at least you’re sending me songs.