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This one time I painted a living room with a girl.

This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.

But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.

That’s what love is. Attention to detail.

And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.

But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date. She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady. She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time. She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.

But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:

One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.

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As a precurser to some new music we've been working very hard to bring you, Carecrowd and I made this acoustic cover. Check ittt.

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omg I can't...

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BuzzFeed has created a hilarious collection of Disney princesses sporting beards. To see "The Bearded Mermaid," "Beauty and the Beard," and "Sleepy Beardy," check out the full article on BuzzFeed. ...

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It may be time to cut my hair

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Cried almost right away with this one.

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Their wedding was a lot of fun, 2011 Photographer and Indiana University Northwest professor Jennifer Greenburg has been gathering vintage negatives for years. In her work Revising History, Greenburg appropriates these black and white images by digitally inserting herself as a main character,

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Kasia Galazka on Lana Del Rey’s Born to Die: The Paradise Edition (Rdio, Spotify, iTunes) I fell in maddening love with Lana Del Rey for the sorcery of her beauty. Everything about her is conjured, but in such a hyperbolically feminine way that I can’t help but exhale with my own lip-biting fantasizing. Crowns of flowers? Sexy surrealist alligator straddling? Nether regions that taste like high-fructose corn syrup? Where did I go wrong? Some of Lana’s songs are over-the-top fantasies, like Danielle Steele novels sifted through a sieve, leaving all the glittery bits of life’s Big Themes. Within five minutes of Born to Die, drugs are shared, bikinis tossed and loins left a-burning. “Blue Jeans,” my favorite, is Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game” if the girl getting sand up her cooter had anything to say about it. I love Lana’s conscious dips into idiotic Betty Boopisms and non-existent vocabulary, extracting what little soul can be found in vapidity. It’s vampy camp, and as someone who will eternally be perceived as modest, those few hours reliving my off-the-record moments are bliss. Every impurity, though, is equally balanced with pastoral sentiments of loss and summer driving and plaintive vulnerabilities. When her voice softens to tell you “honey, put on that party dress,” all I want is for everything to get dark so I can re-emerge to watch moonlight turn to sunlight with a pair of Louboutins swinging from my hand. Something about her music skirts a quiet discontent that emerges as quickly as it disappears. Many women can relate to the initial head rush and subsequent fumbling through eddies of whether she should express what she’s actually thinking, meanwhile streamlining back to air in as composed a fashion as possible to say it’s cool, she’s fine. Anything to avoid the always-feared label of “crazy.” "I’m tired of feeling like I’m fucking crazy" is one of my favorite Lana lines. When I hear her, I feel anything but. And during the moments that she occupies the space in my head, I, too, am a sorceress. Kasia Galazka is a writer in New York City. Her closet is too small for skeletons.

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Whatchya gonna do now Miley?

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So Powerful. 

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Here’s my track from the new Carecrowd album, just released yesterday. 

I was really lucky to start working with Carecrowd (aka Keli Marks) on this collaboration and look forward to many more. 

Give it a listen. Like, share. You know the drill. 

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Just be yourself. Very cute.

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Hahaha

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Wtf

So...Bruno Mars has a song that has the lyrics "fucking like gorillas"

...is this sexy talk?