♡ woah there buckaroo ♡

same man same

ur a star and i love u deeply and forever <3

i wake up outside. why am i outside? i know for certain i didn’t come out here to sleep. my brow crinkles as i struggle to remember the events of last night. yes, that’s right, i fell asleep in my bed around the 71st play of do i wanna know, i’m sure of it. how’d i get outside?

i sit up. i’m in my backyard. or, it looks like my backyard. there’s the trees and the bushes, the once-patch of grass turned patch of dirt. but the pool is gone. in its place, a giant cannon, like the ones i unlocked in super mario bros wii. shit, i think to myself, as i examine its smooth exterior, this will make the greatest text post. i pull out my phone and open the tumblr app. i can practically taste the notes already. i stoop down low to get the right angle for a picture. as i am about to take the shot, the sunlight hits the cannon just so, and i am suddenly overcome with the urge to put this gift from the heavens to use. i climb inside the cannon, my body practically vibrating with energy. the cannon shifts and positions itself to launch me into the sky. “let’s a go,” i whisper. i shut my eyes.

suddenly i’m traveling faster than the speed of light. i feel the skin of my face being pulled back, the inertia of my chubby cheeks almost becoming too much to bear. but i can’t stop now. i shut my eyes tightly, and manage to curl my body into a compact ball. everything goes black.

i wake up on a busy street. i’m being stepped over and on by men and women in business suits, teenagers wearing ripped jeans and sneakers. what the actual fuck is going on?

“excuse me,” i ask a man in a sharp suit. “could i borrow your phone for a moment?” he nods reluctantly, and pulls out a nokia cell phone. “oh wow, i remember these…” i say fondly, dialing my home phone number. the man looks at me as if i’ve sprouted a second head. “‘remember’ them? that model came out a month ago!” it’s my turn to look confused. “umm… alright man. whatever you say.” i quickly delete the numbers, and hand the ancient device back to him. “nevermind, thanks anyway.”

i run across the street and into a small cafe. “excuse me? do you guys have wifi in here?” i ask the waitress. she looks at me as if i’m crazy. “wi-what? is that some kind of new soda or something? whatever it is, we ain’t got it.” she goes back to pouring coffee for a man sitting at a table. a man i recognize. a man that i have blogged about for 3 years. a man that stole my heart with his greasy hair and scratchy voice.

julian casablancas is sitting in a small cafe drinking a cup of coffee. julian casablancas is sitting in front of me. julian casablancas looks hungover and tired and… 22.

he seems to take notice of my open staring for the first time. “can i help you?” he asks. i try to say something, but when i open my mouth no sound comes out. “uh…..i. ……i.i..i…..” i stutter. julian looks at me expectantly. “i…..i think i recognize you from somewhere.” he blinks at me. “well, i’m in a band. we played at arlene grocery a couple months ago.” i gasp as if in realization. “ooooooh, that’s right, now i remember. the strokes, right?”

he visibly brightens. “yeah, that’s us.”

i smile and nod, nonchalant, as if i didn’t have 5000+ photographs of this man saved on my computer back home. speaking of which…

“er, do you happen to have the date by any chance?” i ask. he frowns in concentration and can’t seem to remember either. he looks around a bit before swiping a newspaper from a neighboring table. he hands it over to me.

october 25, 2000. fuck.

“well… shit. um, i have to go now. it was lovely meeting you….” i trail off, waiting for him to introduce himself even though i quite obviously know who he is (and then some).

“julian. julian casablancas,” he says, extending his hand. i shake it. it’s warm. he has nice hands.

“well, it was lovely meeting you julian, but i’ve gotta run…”

“hey, if you’re interested,” he tells me, pulling a crumpled flyer from his denim jacket pocket, “we’re playing a show tomorrow at irving plaza. you should stop by.”

i try to focus on my breathing. i’m going to one of the first strokes shows EVER. “i will, most definitely. i’ll see you there then.” he smiles at me and i almost lose my cool. i trip on the way out of the cafe. he laughs.

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I’M NOT WRITING ANYMORE B/C MY HAND HURTS FROM ALL THE TYPING BUT HERE’S BASICALLY WHERE THIS WOULD HAVE GONE:

• i go to the concert
• i rock out
• i meet up with him and the other dudes afterwards
• we hang
• we get drunk
• julian and i do the do
• we do the do many times
• a week later i discover that i got to 2000 b/c the cannon shot me so fast that i reversed the rotation of the planet, causing time to go backwards. so basically i traveled back in time via super mario bros cannon.
• i do the do with julian one more time before telling him i have to go back home.
• i bid him a final farewell on the rooftop of his apartment building. i jump from the ledge and fly off into the sky, going back to my time in style. i leave julian on the rooftop, confused and probably convinced he had been boning a superhero for a week and a half.
• i reveal that i stole one of his denim jackets and it becomes one of my prized possessions and a constant reminder that i did the do with julian casablancas.
• fade to black
• show the names
• play that happy song

was that descriptive enough 4 u

depends on the girl

• music taste
• boobs

not a big fan of either but i’d much rather have the feet armpits r icky

#1

always

DFJAKLSADKFKLSDFJSLFK

ARCTIC MONKEYS RIGHT NOW OOOONLY B/C THE STROKES AREN’T DOING ANYTHING THE 2 ARE CONSTANTLY VYING FOR THE TOP SPOT IN MY HEART BUT B/C OF DIWK AM’S TAKEN THE LEAD

UFJLFj

julian for always i love ezra w/ all my heart but julian reigns forever

(btw could post ur icon picture im in tears)

IM ON IT