something obnoxious and pretentious

у меня новая цель - выучить слова ко всем песням Ed Sheeran

Я не знаю, зачем мне это нужно

на моем ноутбуке сломан разъем, и услышать что-то можно только через левый наушник

когда я сегодня проснулась, левый наушник не работал

I do what I do because they told me I couldn't

Is The Hectic Glow a real band? lyndonriggall said:

Seems like you must be referring to this post! I am afraid that no, The Hectic Glow - awesome as they are - are not a real band. What they are instead is a fictional band loved by one of the main characters in John Green’s latest novel The Fault In Our Stars, which you should definitely read if you are a person.

Here’s the great thing about The Hectic Glow though - they have ticket stubs to their concerts. They have wristbands. They have t-shirts and a Facebook fan page. All made by their fans. They are the ultimate indie supergroup - so unknown and underground and perfect that no-one has even heard any of their music, and could never be allowed to either. I know this might seem weird and dumb, but just think about it for a second. The Hectic Glow will never ruin their career with an overtly commercial second album. The Hectic Glow will never storm off stage at one of their concerts because a roadie put the mic lead in a place where they tripped on it. The Hectic Glow will never betray the trust of their fans by appearing in a video supporting the most appalling Presidential candidate of the election.

The Hectic Glow will never let you down.

Perhaps tomorrow you will scribble ‘The Hectic Glow’ in box letters in your exercise book. And perhaps someone will ask you what it means. You will say something like: “I liked their old stuff better than their new stuff, which is weird, because I LOVE their new stuff”. And you’ll leave them Googling away, maybe even eventually finding this post.

You think a band has to actually be real to be fun to follow? You’ll be delighted to find how wrong you are. Congratulations, you just became a fan of The Glow. Maybe even their biggest fan. Enjoy.

Oh, and if you buy their first album, make sure you have space around you to dance before you hit Track 5. Trust me, you’ll need it.

i should get another life like some people start another blog. So I can watch all tv-series in the world

если я переберусь сюда
обещай мне
мясо по воскресеньям
и немного травки
покемарить
сыр в холодильнике и
поцелуй по-французски
между ночными кошмарами
если переберусь
Диана Ди Прима

One evening after a photo session at my place, the usual crew and I sat around over sandwiches and drinks. It was a while before we noticed that Jim had left us.‘Hey, Jimmy, ’ we yelled. No response… The next thing we knew there was a hell of a racket out in the street, complete with horns blowing and people yelling. We ran to the window and opened the venetian blind. There, in the middle of the street, sitting cross-legged in my chair, smoking a cigarette, was our boy, holding up traffic. As we flew out the front door, we looked beyond the chair and saw a long string of headlights and people getting out of cars. Marty and I grabbed Dean from the chair - and also from a tall, angry-looking guy with big hands who looked ready to pummel him. Jim acted like a rag doll when we pulled him from a chair, his arms and head flopping around, the rest of him just dead weight. Bob and Billy picked up the chair. Once inside, we all looked at the grinning Dean. ‘God damn it, Jim, ’ I yelled… After I calmed down, I asked him, ‘Why, Jim, why?’ He took a fresh cigarette and sat in the chair that had been put back in its place. He lighted up and looked at all of us. ‘Don’t you sons of bitches ever get bored? I just wanted to spark things, man, that’s all.’ He got up and began bonging the side table. ‘Look at you. Before I did it, we were all sitting quietly eating and drinking, and outside a lot of nine-to-fivers were going home to their wives, like they do every night. Now you’re all juiced up, and so are they, man. They’ll talk about it for years.’

— Roy Schatt, James Dean: a Portrait

Давайте запустим такую игру.

Всякий раз, когда вы совершаете минимально волевой поступок: не выкуриваете сигарету, не съедаете лишний кусок торта, не орете на кого-то, не маньячите в инете и т.д. – вам 1 балл. Когда срываетесь – минус один балл.

Вчера я закончил день со счетом минус 9.

Отчитываться можно в этой теме.

И еще:

На карате нам любили повторять, что если повторить какое-то движение (например, удар ногой) 3.000 раз правильно, оно станет автоматическим. Если повторить 6.000 раз, то безусловно автоматическим. То есть в любое время дня и ночи вы ударите ногой, правильно вложив бедро, не откинувшись назад и т.д.

Я подумал, что этот принцип можно применить вообще ко всему. Например, вы 3.000 раз отжимаетесь или подтягиваетесь в сумме (даже по одному разу поначалу) и становитесь заметно спортивнее.

3.000 раз не съедаете в 11 вечера кусок торта и освобождаетесь от обжорства.

3.000 раз говорите себе «нет» и отбрасываете сигарету – и бросаете.

Интересно, так это или нет. Поиграем?

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емецемецемец

"Две прочитанные книги в неделю - это самая скромная ваша норма."

do you ever get weirded out by the fact that everyone around you is constantly within their own mind and thinking a million secret thoughts and battling internal struggles just like you and that you’re not the only one who thinks these things and that the people around you aren’t just faces meant to fill up your life but they’re actually really deep people who have a lot more to them than you ever actually even think about

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несколько классных групп

TV TOLD ME HOW TO FEEL

NOW REAL LIFE HAS NO APPEAL

IT HAS NO APPEAL
IT HAS NO APPEAL

IT HAS NO APPEAL

IT. HAS. NO. APPEAL.

John Green

"you are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are."

“College: getting in or not getting in. Trouble: getting in or not getting in. School: getting A’s or getting D’s. Career: having or not having. House: big or small, owning or renting. Money: having or not having. It’s all so boring.”

"Funny thing, talking to ghosts, " he said. "You can't tell if you're making up their answers or if they are really talking to you."

Patrick seemed lost. “Would, uh, would anyone like to speak to that?” I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed. I was a fairly shy person—not the hand-raising type.

Mom smiled, hugging the bear to her stomach. “Is it still cool to go to the mall?” she asked. “I take quite a lot of pride in not knowing what’s cool, ” I answered.

"You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present."

Тепло наших тел

Сбрось пыльные одеяла апатии, отвращения и иссохшего цинизма. Я хочу эту жизнь во всем ее дурацком, прилипчивом несовершенстве.

— Нора, ты первая. Рассказывай о том, чего ты хочешь. Меня интересует не то, кем, как тебе кажется, ты станешь.

И мы все узнаем, что будет, если сказать "да", когда трупное окоченение кричит "нет".

Гордость и предубеждение

Ради одного человека нельзя менять взгляды на порядочность и добродетель.