#postmodernangst

[cadwalladerjones]

this capybara is so much better than me.  i am literal trash.  this capybara deserves the world.

いつも、自分が嫌い。でも、このカピ愛してるぞ。笑。

[cadwalladerjones]

I want to paint but now that I’m no longer studying art I have to actually spend money on so many different materials again.  Not having studio access is such a major bummer.

[cadwalladerjones]

amazing *~japanese screamo~* with elements of black metal, sludge metal, and post-hardcore  :^)

lmao i hate myself.  good thing no one looks at my tumblr.

[cadwalladerjones]

You see, loneliness is the price we have to pay for being born in this modern age, so full of freedom, independence, and our own egoistical selves.”

Kokoro, Natsume Soseki

[cadwalladerjones]

日光も当たっている

I just want to drink coffee and read books :^(

[cadwalladerjones]

hi a band i’m in put out a video from practice.  also i miss my dog.

[cadwalladerjones]

Ocean Sunfish.

i’m good at being good for nothing.  i also really like rabbits.

[cadwalladerjones]

made american football my first album of 2016.  that’s all.

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music for goats and v sad people.

[cadwalladerjones]

I was in high school when this album came out.

[cadwalladerjones]

i’m just a fucking sad sack with a cup of coffee.

[cadwalladerjones]

some sad tunes for your studies.

[cadwalladerjones]

Some Caterwauling.

I don't know what it means to be human. Existing in a forced organic unity -- the perfect painting of man. Staring outside the frosted window, wind shrieks and howls -- recalling something impenetrable; guarded by a veil of soft words and whispered sounds that echo harshly, constructing a miasma of exhaled air. A blanket of static. 

Breath fogs the glass obscuring my view. A separation so distinct. Steam wafts from my coffee cup, purchased for two dollars from a neighborhood garage sale. A sense of harmony, a recollection of what was, quickly disrupted by the clinking of the willow tree sat beside me -- ruffled by the wind, distressed by the cold, weathered by time and the constant pulse of life. 

I exhale my lungs in frustration and a cloud of dust emerges, expelled from the corners of my innards, a creaking disaster of broken parts and shattered gears. I vomit blood and oil. What does it mean to be human? To exist in harmony? Leaves adorn my body; I exist alone.

I'm just trying my best.

[cadwalladerjones]

Also new Secret Stuff is v lovely

[cadwalladerjones]

Tawny Peaks kills

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Joyce Manor at the Royale.