proud return
Am I Ulysses? Am I Ulysses?
No, but you are now, boy.
So sinister, so sinister,
last night was
wild.
Take me away please and let’s just get lost in this thick jungle of pleasure. Let’s indulge in everything we were warned about and flip our middle fingers at anyone who tries to prohibit us
let’s
let’s
I don’t even know if you exist.
The Swell Season | Back Broke
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I haven’t blogged much because frankly, the mundane labor of hard work has repressed the creative side in me. I’ve lost my touch, most of my wit, retaining only a mangled sense of humor. I am alive, but a defeated man, living on the kindness of others.
I need a drink. If any of you reading this are willing to avoid clubs, bars in exchange for a quiet night with Absolut and juice, you know where to find me.
Gather round, kids, it’s time for Hannah’s Happy rants!
1. I love reading other people’s blogs. The narcissistic megalomaniac in me finds great joy in seeing other people’s stupidity. Not that I’m a genius of any kind, but admit it – seeing people dumber than you gives you a brief, fuzzy warmth of flattery.
2. I’m going to mindfuck you so bad, you’re going to be begging, pleading, groveling and I will kick you down as you’re down on your knees, sobbing and threatening to throw it all away.
3. I shall begin a lifestyle makeover and eat healthy. And work out. At least I’m telling myself to.
4. I need a drink I need a drink I need a drink I need a drink I need a drink.
Art Brut | Pump Up The Volume
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back to black
WordPress, baby, my sugar love,
I’m cheating on you. I’m having a sordid blitz affair with Tumblr. Because she’s this pretty, cute thing that somehow fuses Twitter and blogging into this weird mash-up orgy.
I like her, but I love you, and I always will.
hnnhpsydn
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how doth the little crocodile
I think it’s time I revealed my secret identity as the masked superhero Super Doc, the Ancient Protector of Rabbits Worldwide and the personal aide to the world-renowned icon that is the White Rabbit (who will soon appear in the upcoming Alice In Wonderland film alongside the equally famous Johnny Depp) and today I have fulfilled my duties, and well.
An obligatory press-release photo depicting the heroine (flashing a guileless smile) and the rescued.
I hereby swear it’s a real live rabbit.
And we’re now living together. Talk about commitment.
Besides the obvious superhero antics, I cannot say that this Sunday was an extraordinary one. Maybe someday.
Guns N’ Roses | November Rain
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I want to look into those piercing gray eyes and fall in love with you all over again, to let myself be lost in your genius beneath that head of thick curls. To allow myself to freefall while the wind howls loudly around me, knowing that you will catch me and all will be fine.
But for now I stay awake in the dark and sporadically call out greetings in different languages so that the silence of the loneliness I’m engulfed in becomes more bearable.
BONJOUR
你好
CIAO
OLA
GOOD-BYE.
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you set my soul alight
Eh Hannah,
Your blog is a tad too angsty and I’m fed up with reading about all your oh-I’m-upset-my-heart-aches-insert-big-words-and-extravagant-nonsense-here. Refresh material boley tak.
♥
hnnhpsydn.
Eh hnnhpsydn,
I love it when men dress up in suits. And I love a good aftershave or cologne on a man. And I love men who are well read and knowledgeable. Basically I’m looking for a Wall Street broker who once modeled for Gucci.
♥
Hannah.
Muse | Map of the Problematique
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green tea
It’s like green tea – I love it, but so very, very conditionally, full of hopes and expectations that must be met, or I would loathe every forced sip. It’s like pieces on a chessboard where I contemplate, with cold fear running frigid through my veins to my sweat, whether to sacrifice my bishop or my knight. It’s like being on ice for the first time and my footing’s all wonky – I can’t tell solid from liquid and I rely on your safe, strong and unyielding clutches – don’t let me fall, I whisper in a shaky watery voice. It’s like the tingling sensation when I tiptoe and peer down from a high balcony and my legs feel so disembodied, and my heart is a suffocating lump in my throat. It’s like holding a frightened pet hedgehog – an unlikely friend and a formidable foe – in my naked gloveless hands where I feel it quivering ever so slightly. It’s like all these eccentric metaphors and analogies that don’t make sense to anyone but me.
It’s like a lot of things, but I can assure you that comfort and happiness aren’t part of them.
The Killers | A Crippling Blow
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ninety
To my soulmate,
We’ll always have Strawberry Swing and even if you hate me and never want to see me again, I’ll be here with my thousands of apologies, offering to stay back and somehow help you fix your tyre. Okay bad example since you really were pissed off that I stayed back, but umm. Hey look Germany!
I’m sorry.
and I don’t deserve you and I never did deserve someone as weird and wonderful as you, Ajay Sharma Thakur.
Your Soulmate
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when the morning comes
Don’t ask me for the answers I don’t have and while everybody sits there petulantly, shaking heads and getting exasperated at my lackluster performance, please, please, please just give me wings that will lift me, in a powerful sweep, off the ground – soaring high into the thick clouds where I cannot breathe and all I will see is the glósóli. Like streaking through the dense foliage of an Icelandic forest, how I long to run away from it all, to run to an unknown sanctuary where serenity glows quietly like little tealights, gently illuminating all in its small but overwhelming warmth.
The real me lies in twigs and brown leaves and I can only await the white emptiness of winter to wipe me away like a mistake on a whiteboard.
Ólafur Arnalds | 1440
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