I’ve neither slept nor eaten in 32 hours!  Yet I feel perfectly fine, lively even.  I have this inane ability to disable bodily functions by forgetting about them.  Of course, they’re still there, I just no longer feel anything from them, all until I pass out; which I will eventually if I keep doing this.  There’s so much work to do though!  I can take a break.

I’m still amazed at this though, this is seriously some sort of fluke of nature.

As for measure and other technical apparatus, that’s just common sense: if you’re going to buy a pair of pants you want them to be tight enough so everyone will want to go to bed with you. There’s nothing metaphysical about it.

- Frank O’Hara

(via jeamae)

My sister and I, geeking out about how much we love her.

no-more-stories:

(via curiousblackcat)

i saw this yesterday

Why Miles Davis was the coolest cat to ever hit the scene.  This was one of his first albums, and he plays on it with the same slinky bravado he’d future be famous for.

Done.  Looking back from your computer, and seeing that the sun has risen, is such a surreal occurrence.  It’s the best way to get a paper done though, nothing like one flowing idea…

& Debussy, & study buddies, & lots of cigs & energy drank.

Bah! I have forgotten the name of that slut! I shall remember it in the last judgement.

- Charles Baudelaire.  What a bamf.

symphonyno2ineminor:

They say I mope too much
but really I’m loudly dancing.
I eat paper.  It’s good for my bones.
I play piano pedal.  I dance,
I am never quiet, I mean silent.
Some day I’ll love Frank O’Hara.
I think I’ll be alone for a while.

-Frank O’Hara