It’s hard to know when you’ve made something great, but it’s good to know the bar is still high. To this day I regard transit as my most perfect record and reading everyones opinions it sounds like we more or less agree with each other on that. I have spent a good deal of my last several years in the shadow of that record and the circumstances surrounding it. When transit was conceived I was in a blissfully miserable place in my life. One that managed to look something like happiness. It was mania at it’s best, really. I didn’t eat, I didn’t sleep and I didn’t mind one bit. I had something to prove and I was intent to prove it.

Andrew McMahon (via your—konstantine)

oscarwildeconfrontation:

“I wake up to find it’s another four aspirin morning and I dive in. I put on the same clothes I wore yesterday. When did society decide that we had to change and wash a t-shirt after every individual use? If it’s not dirty, I’m gonna wear it. I take the stairs to the car and there’s fog on the windows. I need caffeine in my blood stream; I take caffeine in the blood stream. I grip the wheel and all at once I realize: My life has become a boring pop song and everyone’s singing along.”