ramblings

I used to want to write, but I felt as if I didn't have a voice or anything important to say. This is me trying to prove myself wrong.

May 24

carygrantism:

I could never write female characters when I started out. And when I met Diane Keaton, and got friendly with her, and lived with her for a few years, I became so enamoured of her, I just fell in love with her. I became so enamoured of her as a human being, so in awe of her, that I started to write for her. I wrote Annie Hall for her, and then after that I could almost only write for women characters. They were cardboard figures before her, and I made no effort to change it, but after I met Keaton I could write women, and only write women, that was all that interested me.

Woody Allen, 2011 (x)

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vocalthoughts:

This is me, Daniel Johanson, singing the first song from Brahms’ Vier ernste gesange. I don’t know if I’ve ever directly posted a video of me singing on this blog, and I haven’t been regularly posting for a while, but his birthday was a little while back and I’ve been meaning to post this for a while now. Let me know what you think. I named my fish after Brahms, and he’s  been pretty close to dying for the past week, so this is also in honor of him. 

I’m going to graduate school in the Fall after I do a study abroad in Italy. This recording is from a fundraiser recital my close friend and roommate did for the program in Italy. 

The link to the entire Brahms’ playlist is here: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0ZA25QsFkwuIUsUxHs-0ueQZZJD_-5Eq

The link to the website for the entire fundraiser recital is here: www.danielandbensfundraiserrecital.weebly.com


May 23
“A healthy relationship is one where two independent people just make a deal that they will help make the other person the best version of themselves.” (via extracocoa)

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May 22

halmablog:

I’m going to keep reblogging this.

(via aworldofmusic)


Nick, you get me buddy

Nick, you get me buddy

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I woke up so ridiculously sad this morning.

Ever since I moved back into my apartment everything’s changed, for some glaringly obvious reasons, but also in a lot of minute ways. One thing is my sleeping habits. I haven’t been able to bring myself to put the sheets on the bed. It hurts, for some reason. A lot. The feeling that I can just leave and I haven’t taken claim on the bed is oddly comforting. 

Another thing is my personal possessions. There’s three things that I carry on me at all times, in my pockets or in my hands. My phone, my wallet, and my keys. I used to keep them on the desk my ex and I shared, but I haven’t been able to do that for the past month. If I’m in the living room, they stay on the table in there, and if I’m sleeping, they’re on the bed, in easy reach if I needed to get up and leave.

I’m even sleeping the opposite way. I put my head by the window now. What the fuck is that.

I’m not giving my feelings their credit. I am so sad. I am so scared. I am so alone. I am so anxious. 

I’m moving in a week. Then everything will be better I think. I think I know that this is the last week I have to do deal with all of this shit. WIth moving away from my hometown, with starting my life over, with going places I’ve never been before. 

My fish is dying. Everything’s dying, I feel like. My fear is that I’ll lose everything and gain nothing. But, in reality, I may lose some things, but I can gain so much more. Nothing’s absolutes. I didn’t have everything before and I’m not going to find it later. But that’s ok, there’s comfort in that. No one’s perfect and no one can be. We can find beauty in our imperfections.

This is a pretty long ramble, sorry about that. I remember when I used to sign off my posts with that all the time, guess I’m back.


lescontesdhofmann:

pizzaforpresident:

if i was trapped inside a room filled with explosives and the only way out was to eat a whole tomato i would die

I wouldn’t

take that Aja and Daniel

Pics or it didn’t happen.


May 21

You know that thing when someone like glides their fingers across your back? Like not specifically a back rub but intense finger gliding and just hitting all the right spots? Yea, that’d be great you could like sell those


May 20

lifertillthebitterend:

“She is not a ‘slut’, fuck a dude who says so. Just because she’s fuckin doesn’t mean she ain’t a lady”

I heard this while driving and it took a second for me to realize Childish Gambino was not having any of your slut shaming today.

(via fuckyeah-childishgambino)


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