I can’t sleep because of Jack White.
— Latvia (via feelception)
I bought a ring today. It’s a little gold state of California, and I decided to wear it on my ring finger. There’s so many things in that sentence. Big things. Things enough to bring to the “text” button on my graveyard of a tumblr.
The ring finger this little California is staying on is not going to be needed for a while. Matt and I saw to that. There’s no reason to leave it open and inviting, because that’s not what I need. But commitment, I could do with some of that. So I decided to commit to California. I have a relationship with this place, a rocky and long one. It was the first place I fell in love with, years ago. I loved it like a teenager from afar for the first years. It didn’t even know I existed while I pined over its picture in my locker, literally. I gave up the hope of coming here and loved it still while I was at Tech. I kept the love, secret and close as if in a locket. It was a perfect picture of a place that was gone for me - a still, selfless, black and white love. Then we finally met! And it was beautiful, young, head over heels love! It existed to the fullest extent a few weekends a year, which sustained me for the rest of it. That suited me perfectly. The long distance finally ended and now I’m working through the practicalities of a long term, committed relationship. It’s been tough, and I’ve thought about leaving. But today I’m committing. I’m staying. I love this place and I’m going to make this work.
And I need to work on commitment. It’s always been the joke, that I moved too much as a child and now I can’t! I just can’t! But it’s of course just a joke, I commit well, as my record shows. But in a recent conversation I realized that deep down, I might actually have a problem. I believe more in moments than I do in anything long term. I think one happening is more important than anything that lasts. I seek out these meaningful moments while I shun and look down on anything steady. And so my life is this collection of glorious seconds. Is my life more empty because of this? What about the rest of the year surrounding those seconds?
I recognize this is not going to be something I fix overnight, especially since I’m not sure I’ve even identified the problem. So I’m going to start with this ring. And I’m going to work on this place and my relationship with it. I’m going to find some permanence here while I travel the world watching music and visiting my sisters. All because of this little, impulse buy ring! I love it so much. Happy California every body :)
— Robert Glover (via coyotegold)
adfinitumblog said: Hi Dan - Community is my favorite television show and Grantland is one of my favorite websites, so when Grantland posted an article about you today I read it. And also the article Alex Pappademas wrote about you a while ago, I read all of its words. I think I am like you, I am the most brilliant amazing person I know. And also an egomaniac asshole. But I'm only 21 years old. What advice do you have for a 21 year old version of yourself?
Skip the cocaine. Best case scenario, you become a bad person for a half hour and then need more coke; worst case, you end up homeless or dead.
Don’t judge things that make you jealous and don’t lie about the jealousy. Just say you wish you had something and figure out if there’s a way to get it.
Good writers hate bad writing but hating bad writing doesn’t make you good. Writing badly does.
Luck and talent are the same thing, and neither of them have anything to do with your value as a human being.
When someone gives you a compliment, and you tell them they’re wrong, you’re not being humble, you’re being rude.
People attempting to prove you’re a bad person will shut up if you admit it, and they’ll leave you alone if you ask them to help you be better.
You’re going to marry Erin McGathy so try to be up front about that with all the women you date for the next 27 years.
You can’t control the outcome of your actions, so make your actions fulfilling. That way, if the outcome is shit, you weren’t a total sucker.
Brush your teeth at night and cut down on the carbs. Gawker and TMZ don’t scour the archives for your only hot photo.