i. amy aka spent gladiator 1 — the mountain goats // ii. dream about flying — alexi murdoch // iii. love is like a bottle of gin — the magnetic fields // iv. how to fight loneliness — wilco // v. ladies and gentlemen, roll the dice — kasabian // vi. maybe I’ll catch fire — alkaline trio // vii. no hope — the vaccines // viii. things that stop you dreaming — passenger // ix. bull in a china shop — barenaked ladies // x. my mirror speaks — death cab for cutie // xi. I wish I was the moon — neko case // xii. the next round — frank turner // xiii. sad songs (intermission) — andrew jackson jihad // xiv. waiting for a superman — the flaming lips // xv. don’t believe a thing I say — jack johnson // xvi. blue spotted tail — fleet foxes // xvii. someday — tegan and sara // xviii. nerve — half moon run // xix. the lonely life — city and colour // xx. thirsty dog — nick cave and the bad seeds // xxi. nitrous gas — frightened rabbit // xxii. sad robot — stars // xxiii. slipping away — moby // xxiv. what you live by — harvey danger
If you fight like a married couple, talk like best friends, flirt like first lovers and protect each other like siblings, then you know you are meant to be.inspired by (x)
I have likewise read one of Miss Austen’s works—Emma—read it with interest and with just the degree of admiration which Miss Austen herself would have thought sensible and suitable. Anything like warmth or enthusiasm—anything energetic, poignant, heart-felt is utterly out of place in commending these works: all such demonstration the authoress would have met with a well-bred sneer, would have calmly scorned as outré and extravagant. She does her business of delineating the surface of the lives of genteel English people curiously well. There is a Chinese fidelity, a miniature delicacy in the painting. She ruffles her reader by nothing vehement, disturbs him by nothing profound. The passions are perfectly unknown to her; she rejects even a speaking acquaintance with that stormy sisterhood. Even to the feelings she vouchsafes no more than an occasional graceful but distant recognition—too frequent converse with them would ruffle the smooth elegance of her progress. Her business is not half so much with the human heart as with the human eyes, mouth, hands, and feet. What sees keenly, speaks aptly, moves flexibly, it suits her to study; but what throbs fast and full, though hidden, what the blood rushes through, what is the unseen seat of life and the sentient target of death—this Miss Austen ignores. She no more, with her mind’s eye, beholds the heart of her race than each man, with bodily vision, sees the heart in his heaving breast. Jane Austen was a complete and most sensible lady, but a very incomplete and rather insensible (not senseless) woman. If this is heresy, I cannot help it. If I said it to some people (Lewes for instance) they would directly accuse me of advocating exaggerated heroics, but I am not afraid of your falling into any such vulgar error.
—Believe me, yours sincerely,
-from a Letter to W.S. Williams, April 12 1850.
Wondering if anyone has any suggestions for books that don’t have sex or sexual attraction in it, with little to no romance, at least for the main character. Or maybe an asexual or aromantic character?
Hello, here are some links that might help! :)
- a list of asexy books
- a blog devoted to ace literature
- the fictional aromantics blog (and this book series)
- this review of a somewhat aro-related book
- a list of confirmed asexual characters
- review of a book with an asexual main character
- also this book series with an ace character
- another list of confirmed ace characters
I know its a little early but
Jingle Bell Rock w/ my mom
i hate being that person who comments on posts but i just want u all to know that i watch this video all the fucking time every year once it hits september bc nothing gets me more pumped for christmas than this person rocking out w/ their mom while their mom windexes a countertop
"What’s your biggest dream for your child?"
"We’ll let him dream for himself."
(New Delhi, India)