You're a beautiful little seashell.
You’re a sweet little coconut.
January 2012
109 posts
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You’d be hard pressed to find any song on which Del Rey reveals an interiority or figures herself as anything more complex than an ice-cream-cone-licking object of male desire (a line in “Blue Jeans”, “I will love you till the end of time/ I would wait a million years,” sums up about 65% of the album’s lyrical content).
For all of its coos about love and devotion, it’s the album equivalent of a faked orgasm— a collection of torch songs with no fire.
” —Pitchfork Review of Lana Del Rey’s “Born To Die”Yeah I got a Valentine on Feb 14 once… my dad bought me and my sister flowers, along with flowers for my mum, so we wouldn’t feel left out.
I mostly just want Nadz to win because I absolutely cannot stand Novak’s dumb girlfriend being so dramatic about every point he gets. UGGHHHH SIT DOWN LADY. You are the worst.
Men's final drinking game: do a shot every time Djokovic's annoying girlfriend stands up on her own and starts cheering after a point.
I have 8 days of holidays left. I foresee in the coming weeks a lot of awkward small talk about what everyone did with their summer, how they’ve been and hearing a million times over, “OMG you changed your hair, I almost didn’t recognize you.” I am not looking forward to this one single bit. Mostly because all of my friends have done amazing things with their holidays of 2 months, like worked in a hospice in Singapore and met people with multiple metastases, volunteered in hospitals in India, went on boat cruises in the Cook Islands, went skiing in Japan etc. The most exciting thing I did with my summer was probably going to Lorne… which is a 3 hour drive away. My stories of going out too much, trying unsuccessfully to apply for jobs, working at the tennis and sunbaking on my trampoline kind of pale in comparison.
But I guess it’s exciting to be back at uni in a week. I’m slowly starting to fall into that awful pattern of going out every night, getting to bed super late, sleeping in until the afternoon, not achieving anything productive in the day, and then slowly starting to get ready to go out again… I hate that.
“Song number 99 is ‘have sex with a bearded man!’ Haha thought of you.”
—My terrific friend Lotti messaged me songs from the Hottest 100 today while I was stuck working in a lift pushing the buttons for corporate patrons to up and down, up and down all day. (I love bearded men, that’s why.)
Let Vodka Be Your Valentine →
thoughtcatalog.com
“Being alone is a little like having a bruise on your chest — it doesn’t hurt all the time, only when pressure is applied. Valentine’s Day is like taking a sledgehammer to that bruise.”
Well said.
Listen
The Vines - Get Free
Singing and dancing along to this song with your friends in a seedy club at 3am on a Sunday morning is probably one of the best feelings ever.
iPad application for cancer patients →
gulfnews.com
There were rumours going around that we’d all be getting iPads to store patient information in clinical school this year! It’s the future guyssss.
kjacko replied to your post: Reasons why ever being able to leave Australia and…
Sympathetic of point four, not so much for 1-3…
Okay but you don’t even know the situations in which these things occurred.
- I got the speeding fine because I’d offered to drop off one of my friends home after a night out, not realizing that they lived on the complete opposite side of Melbourne to me (took me an hour to drive there and an hour back.) Anyway I got the fine at like 4.40am when the roads were completely empty, and I was on the way home and feeling tired and upset, and I was only over by like 5km/h.
- I got the red light fine because I was approaching the intersection and it turned yellow and I panicked and didn’t know if I should slam on the breaks or not, but there was a car behind me so I thought I should try and make it.
- Fair enough. Hitting a massive Range Rover while reversing out of my driveway is probably one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done.
