"You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you."
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (via quotes-shape-us)
cringes here’s a comic I guess
everything freaks me out and everyone is lonely
“I want to be held and told my name. I want to be valued, in ways that I am not; I want to be more than valuable. I repeat my former name; remind myself of what I once could do, how others saw me. I want to steal something.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale
Please, for the love of god never let me eat popcorn again. I feel fucking disgusting right now.
I’m typing to you from a modest, multicolored, clapboard house in Kingston, NY. We’ve switched locations to accommodate the increasing and alternating frequencies of our humble quest(s).
Up here, we time our vocal takes between the revs of pickup trucks. The beauty is that if they can be loud, then we can be loud.
It truly seems like the whole world is hollering. The bird choirs, the swollen creek out back. Chris and I are compelled by the spring to shout across the smallest spaces to make even smaller suggestions on the most diminutive jams.
Here’s another skeleton of a song we howled through. A glimpse of what’s supposed to come to life in the upcoming months.
As always, we really appreciate that you are out there listening. We’re grateful for the continuing support of our Pledge Campaign and all the rallying behind the upcoming Emblems tour.
It’s honestly inspiring.
Thanks so much. Yes. m.
'The State of Gold' via Pledge: http://www.pledgemusic.com/projects/mattpond
Emblems 10 Year Anniversary Tickets: http://smarturl.it/MPTourDates
I feel like i should force myself to go to social events like these and actually do shit with people for once (especially these people) but then again that ship’s already sailed, i had my chance and let it pass. I didnt necessarily screw it up with her but its just the motivation isnt there any more, i want it just as much but i know now it’ll never really happen. Why waste my time and make a fool of myself out there when i can just waste my time here agh besides my hip hurts like hell and i have tv to catch up on i mean who cares if i dont get an “experience” out of high school like everyone else, who cares if i haven’t gone out in months and that im complaining like an old man instead of doing things i’ll be grateful for when i am one. or maybe i’ll stay this way forever. maybe despite what they tell you, a lifetime doesn’t change anything and 80 years from now i will still have the same sickly feeling in my chest, and my heart will still be racing at a million miles a minute whenever you cross my mind. heck, maybe then it’ll actually be enough to kill me.