Automatic Systematic Habit
Garbage
Garbage - Automatic Systematic Habit
From the new album “Not Your Kind of People”
LISTEN TO THIS SONG.
Consign to Oblivion (ending)
Epica
Ladies and gentlemen and non-binaries, I present to you the greatest thirty seconds of music ever.
You’re welcome.
I really love isolation at one level I really do. When alone, free of obligations, one can live to his highest capabilities, but I over glorify it at times. Deep down I’m really scared that I will die alone having never made a lasting impression on anyone.(Submitted by saneman8)
Oh my god, this.
Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.
- Carl Jung (via fuckyeahcarljung)
(Source: ronstormer)
(Source: distractedbyowls)
Juárez
Tori Amos
My favorite song by my favorite musician from my favorite album. I have a hard time explaining why I love this song so much. It’s really overlooked by fellow EWFs, even those that adore To Venus and Back.
It’s definitely a track that is greater than the sum of its parts. Everything from the electronic percussion to the heavy bassline to Tori’s breathy vocals just work so well together.
I need a place to dump anxiety-related things that are weighing heavily on my mind. Tumblr’s as good a medium as any.
I’ve turned into a total misanthrope. People are stupid. People are mean. People are misogynists, people are homophobes, people are inconsiderate. People are religious. People think conservative ideologies are valid. And we live in a society where challenging any of those qualities is a faux pas; it frustrates and sickens me.
Fuck “freedom of speech.” Giving stupid people an outlet to communicate is a terrible idea.
I always dream of living in Canada, or somewhere in Europe, or even Australia. Then I realize they have the exact same political problems the United States does. And really, my dissatisfaction comes from within. Shame on me for blaming something external.
Geography’s cool, but I don’t know if I want to keep doing it. I don’t like the idea of narrowing my academic focus. I have so many interests and it feels like I’m doing myself a disservice by ignoring most of them. Plus, I want to have a little luxury in my life. I don’t really aspire to be a lower-middle-class government worker in the Midwest.
Coming to terms with my queer-ness will never be easy.
People don’t understand me when I tell them that I like to be alone. It’s relaxing, soothing. I can’t breathe when I’m around people, even when they’re people I consider good friends.
I don’t belong here. In this school, in this city.
My body must hate me. I don’t look at mirrors any more when I pass by them. The thought that other people have to look at me is deeply disturbing.
Cheers.
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