my friends are cosmonauts
my friends are cosmonauts
My name is Nicholas and you can shut up
Anonymous asked: Your hair is nicer than mine

I am so okay with this

u should show me yrs

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"free trial"


"all we need is your credit card information"


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It costs nothing to crack a joke and make your band mates laugh, that’s important when you’re broke, lugging somebody else’s shitty gear, stuck in a stinky wagon, hung over like all hell, playing to a crowd of zero, stuck at the bar waiting to be served while the sleazebag bartender serves all the girls first, or been searched by police in front of hundreds of festival goers. It’s also important when you’ve just played the last show of a tough tour and have somebody ask you it that was your first show ever, had to cut your set time down by two songs, been told to turn down, been given a parking fine, had somebody say your music reminded them of Ben Lee, had your massive one beer per band member rider nicked by the headline acts ugly girlfriend, just been sold dud pills, and – the worst of all – have to turn up to work on Monday. If you can’t laugh and make light of what can be at times quite demoralising, don’t bother playing in a band. Zeahorse (via Fasterlouder)
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Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them. Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices  (via gllob)

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the best thing about having the house to myself is that I can make breakfast in my underwear


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Doctor Who the hell cares 

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