Chairlift : : I Belong In Your Arms
This is a real love at first listen type of moment.
About
My name is Chelsea Marie Hicks and I believe in love, sound waves and fine print. Currently, I live and work in Seoul, South Korea teaching adorable children the art of the English language.
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It's worth noting that I'm fond of many things, particularly....
dark chocolate, Pilot Precise V5 pens, the smell of old books, fresh fruit, tattoos, taking photographs, watching films, listening to music loudly, the combination of whiskey and ginger ale, rambling on about in/significant topics and learning, about everything strange, critical, theoretical and amusing.
I also really like funny people, and sarcasm.
I'm an artist, explorer, a coffee connoisseur. I work with words, ideas, ink, paper and pressure.
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File under reasons I want to go back to college.
Taken with instagram
(Source: howtosurviveinthewild, via johnmaus)
And the whole family died of typhoid
Troy meeting LeVar Burton on the season two finale of Community was mint.
"Midwest junior tennis was also my initiation into true adult sadness. I had developed a sort of hubris about my Taoist ability to control via noncontrol. I’d established a private religion of wind. I even liked to bike. Awfully few people in Philo bike, for obvious wind reasons, but I’d found a way to sort of tack back and forth against a stiff current, holding some wide book out at my side at about 120ยบ to my angle of thrust—Bayne and Pugh’s “The Art of the Engineer” and Cheiro’s “Language of the Hand” proved to be the best airfoils—so that through imagination and verve and stoic cheerI could not just neutralize but use an in-your-face gale for biking."
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From the essay “Derivative Sport in Tornado Alley” published in A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again written by David Foster Wallace.
I could spend oh so many days whiling away the hours with Wallace’s words.
(Source: thefortressofsteezhood)
Cloud Nothings : : Stay Useless
Attack On Memory is the only thing my ears want to hear.
Seiichi Hayashi’s ‘Red Colored Elegy’ (Taken with instagram)
Time to remedy the fact that I’ve never seen The Shining.
Rilo Kiley : : The Good That Won’t Come Out
You say I choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me, maybe you’re right
My new tattoo gives me the power to control the tides. (Taken with instagram)
Sashimi salad and suntory with Spenser to celebrate our new tattoos!! (Taken with instagram)
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