April 2010
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  The Volkswagen Beetle was one of the primary symbols of 60s youth culture and freedom. However, the youth of the 60s had become the corporate bosses of the 90s, and had repackaged the symbol of their own youth, selling it to the youth of another generation as if it didn’t mean anything. “It’s a perfect example of the Baby Boomer generation marketing its youth culture to us. As...
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“God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white...”
– Tyler Durden [Fight Club movie] (via malikalexander) Most cliche move I have on my head. To take this quote from the movie right after watching it and putting it here. Haha
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Brain Stew.
Because I know that my parents aren’t on Tumblr nor any other grown-up or concerned individual capable of opposing my interests, I’m going to say everything in this post.  I think I  have my plan. And not the plan I have for tomorrow or for lunch the next day, or what to wear by next week or what to do on my 16th birthday. I have a plan that’s for the long-run. No matter how...
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I Am Jack's Lack of Surprise
I watch Fight Club and realize I’ve never felt pain.  Never been alive, either.  To say it’s one hell of a movie is an understatement from hell itself.  “I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.” It changes one’s life. And it changes death.  In Tyler we trust. 
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Today I saw Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,...
In Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, the movie itself already feels like a psychedelic drug on its own.  Chocolat made me crave for chocolate, as expected. But it’s so much more than one would think. It’s a beautiful movie that sends across the image present in most societies then and today in such a subtle manner of a chocolaterie. It shows the insanely narrow-minded...
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The Photo Story.
Try to find all the pictures asked for. As close as it gets. 1. A picture of you in your room. - Link to photo. 2. A picture with someone you don’t really like. - Link to photo. 3. A picture with a former crush. -Link to photo.  4. A picture of you very drunk. - Link to photo.  5. A picture of you with a parent or two. - Link to photo. 6. A picture of you on your birthday or your...
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“I questioned how pure the emotion could be if it were on such display.”
–  Aye. Of impurity and frivolous display. 
Apr 26th
The Lost Soul Quality.
Right now I smell like coffee, rain, sweat and my dog. Imagine today just like that. Right after two of the most epic movies my brain and eyes have ever set upon. Shock and awe, then the slow progression to apathy once again. I have my hair tied to the most right side of my head. My sleeves are rolled back because of the heat. I don’t think I’ve left this room besides meals. Imagine...
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10, 9, 8, zzz.
10 things you want A black-and-white striped shirt Neat bonnets and socks.  A scooter A polaroid camera Frozen yogurt 18-200mm lens  Meet my heroes Laptop.  A turntable and Vinyl records.  A collection of band shirts and jackets.  9 musicians/bands you love (in no order) The White Stripes Our Lady Peace Blink 182 Green Day Taking Back Sunday The Beatles Foo Fighters Incubus ...
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My Blue Heaven
My room knows who I am. Posters I’ve put up on the wall in overall collective. Toys and trifles lying around at every corner. Crumpled sheets of ruled paper with the most random of thoughts pouring all out all over. CDs flying around. A solitary bed. Photos pinned by the closet. Celestial bodies that glow in the dark. Junk. Trash. This room knows me. This room owns me. And when that door is...
Apr 26th
Fragments.
Awake at the hour. Existing every minute. Alive every second. Alive at the hour. Existing every minute. Awake by the second. Music from strangers because I’ve ran out of friends. Mindfield on repeat. Then pause.  We are lost and we are 15. And by we I can only mean all sides of me since in this conquest for salvation from a black and blue wasteland, no dimension of an anti-heroic character...
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Life As I Know It.
The Libertine. What’s Eating Gilbert Grape. The Tracey Fragments.
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