Jimmy Kimmel tricked people at Coachella into professing their love for bands that don’t exist, and it is absolutely hysterical.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAAH #DONE
HAHAHAHAH toooooo good!!!!!!
Here’s to summer 2012.
You are pretty much officially over, and you were a summer I will never, ever, forget.
There was no epic romance, no dancing in the rain or late night walks on the sand, but there were…
plenty of trips to harbor house at midnight; $4 movies on tuesdays and thursdays; days filled with work…..and play; car rides on PCH with the bass up WAYY too loud; illegal fireworks; and SO much more.
But most importantly, I had friends, laughter, and so much fun.
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone.
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| — | Natalie Babbitt |
We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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| — | Carson Mccullers (via psych-facts) |
