JESSE VAUGHAN

Thanks, Taj W! (Taken with Instagram at Greyhound Station)

Joyce Manor - Constant Headache

I could hear you coming so I hid by the couch.
You were talking so loudly, I don’t know what about.
You were drunker than high school; self-conscious and sweet.
I never ever felt so cool disguised in your sheets.
But I’m a constant headache, a tooth out of line.
They try to make you regret it, you tell them, ‘no, not this time.’
It’s just a constant headache, a dead pet device.
You hang me up, unfinished, with the better part of me no longer mine.
And then you finally found me, pretending to sleep.
You said such nice things about me, I felt guilty and cheap.
You took two steps to the kitchen, and just stared at the sink.
I couldn’t hold back a smile, I still wish I could have seen you.
Having sex in the morning, your love was foreign to me.
It made me think maybe human is not such a bad thing to be.
But I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked.
It’s such a stubborn reminder one perfect night’s not enough.

Wife material. Thanks for the link Janea!

I have weird, boney legs. (Taken with instagram)

Spotted on my way home. (Taken with instagram)

Impromptu pot luck! (Taken with instagram)

alloutofangst:

As I contemplate my experience, I cannot help but compare it to everyone else’s.
I stand in the shower and let the hot water run over my back; I feel nothing.

There is a dead fly stuck to the side of the shower door.
Upon closer inspection, the fly is alive.
His wings are pressed against the glass, as if the massive drop of water (in comparison to his body) has transformed into glue.
His legs wiggle.
I contemplate killing the fly.
I don’t kill the fly.
Instead I rinse soap off of my arms and step out of the shower.
10 minutes have passed and I feel nothing.
It is 12:30.

When midnight strikes, there should be commotion.

In my mind there is always commotion.

I keep myself busy by telling myself that everyone else isn’t busy.
That while I waste 6 hours in my desk chair,
Everyone else I know is wasting 6 hours in a desk chair.
If only our lives weren’t so interesting.
If only.
Whatever it takes to get to sleep at night.

Lately I don’t fall asleep before 3 o’clock.
I always wake up feeling fuzzy; grainy like a photograph.
Low aperture.
High ISO.

At the end of the day, my existence feels like chalk;
like I could crumble it with my fingers, in a motion much like a fly’s feet would move if it were glued to a flat surface.

I contemplate starting over, but get a fluffy feeling in my stomach.

Starting everything over again.

I see a small red spider crawl across my computer screen and crush it with my thumb.
I half-expect to hear a sound.
Maybe a squish or a pop.

Instead, I grab a t-shirt and wipe the spider’s body off of my screen.

A streak of blood.

I feel nothing.

Modified road trip map; now going through Louisville.

We’ve doubled our numbers from four people up to eight and now we’re renting a passenger van, so this is turning into not only the best road trip ever, but also the most epic. We’re going to have so many life-changing experiences.

The Outfield - Your Love

As you’re leaving, please, would you close the door?
And don’t forget what I told you.
Just ‘cause you’re right, that don’t mean I’m wrong.
Another shoulder to cry upon.

Finally attended a winning O’s game and am exhausted from yelling (and, sadly, walking.) (Taken with instagram)

Great text message from my manager, or greatest text message from my manager? (Taken with instagram)

Kings of Convenience - Misread

How come no one told me,
all throughout history,
the loneliest people
were the ones who always spoke the truth.

jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjk:

(via Hopeful Starlets, Los Angeles, 1946 | Retronaut)

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Our office is located in Columbia and we’re a pretty laid-back company to work for. One perk is that you will get to work with Scott and myself. That could also be considered a drawback, I guess.

cmndshft4:

jesse, this is what i almost gchatted you by accident

haha aww yisss

Jens Lekman - A Sweet Summer’s Night on Hammer Hill

Oh, I still remember ‘Regulate’ with Warren G.
Could that have been back in the sweet summer of 1993?