This will be my last post at the “Twin-B” tumblr page. I want to preserve it as a document of my college years. All future tumblr posts will be at http://jennpelly.tumblr.com/ which will be, dare I say, a bit more ‘professional.’ My therapy sessions are going back to LiveJournal.
June 13th
June 10th
8:02PM // I’m not really interested in religion or history or science or mathematics or psychology or politics or geography. I feel I am above them all, except geography. Geography is above me for now.
Bill Callahan, Letters to Emma Bowlcut
May 25th
3:43AM // 1 note // Now, I’m not just your average ‘I know all the punk bands’ kid. After fifteen months at the good radio station (KAOS-FM in Olympia, Washington) playing great teenage music, I feel that I know rock ‘n’ roll. I mean, I know it. And I know the secret: rock ‘n’ roll is a teenage sport, meant to be played by teenagers of all ages — they could be 15, 25, or 35. It all boils down to whether they’ve got the love in their hearts, that beautiful teenage spirit…
Calvin Johnson, “The Teenage Radio Star,” New York Rocker (CA. 1979)
May 17th
May 15th
May 13th
1:26AM // 1 note // I thought to myself, Well, I have wasted my whole life up to this moment. Any other car I’ve ever been in was just to get me here, any road I’ve ever been on was just to get me here, any other passenger seat I’ve ever sat on, I was just riding here. I barely recognized this girl sitting next to me, screaming along to the piano solo.
I thought, There is nowhere else in the universe I would rather be at this moment. I could count the places I would not rather be. I’ve always wanted to see New Zealand, but I’d rather be here. The majestic ruins of Machu Picchu? I’d rather be here. A hillside in Cuenca, Spain, sipping coffee and watching leaves fall? Not even close. There is nowhere else I could imagine wanting to be besides here in this car, with this girl, on this road, listening to this song. If she breaks my heart, no matter what the hell she puts me through, I can say it was worth it, just because of right now. Out the window is a blur and all I can really hear is this girl’s hair flapping in the wind, and maybe if we drive fast enough the universe will lose track of us and forget to stick us somewhere else.
(Note to self: please always remember that the first book you reread after you graduated from college was Love is a Mixtape. This is one of my favorite passages because it emphasizes the importance of human relationships and music, which are the two most important things in the world, which I realized freshman year.)
