I like my Starbucks coffee like I like my lady. #blonde

twloha:

“Seventeen”
Youth Lagoon

longing |ˈlôNGiNG| - noun: a yearning desire.

When I was twelve, twenty-five felt like it was a lifetime away. Twenty-five was old, and I would probably have tacky brown carpet in the home of the gated retirement community I lived in. Granted, my current apartment does have tan carpet and some would say Florida is one giant retirement community itself.

Still, here I am. Twenty-five. Male. Tan carpet. My twenty-two-year-old friends say, “Hey, old man.” My twenty-eight-year-old friends say, “You have so much life ahead.” Thanks to twenty-five, I now occasionally have to eat healthy because everyone who said all those bacon and cheese fries I ate from Outback would catch up with me were actually right. My knees hurt more than I would care to say. I have a frequent desire to go to a golf course. And there’s apparently something called a 401K I’m supposed to look into.

Longing can be a tricky thing.

I’ve learned it’s not limited to my own experiences, or anyone’s really. You can long for worlds you’ve created in your head.

You can long to go back to when you were on the moon, or even when a race to the moon was something that electrified society. You can long for when you swung from a tire attached to a rope into a lake. You can long for the smell of fried chicken filling up your home after you were out running around your neighborhood finding ways to build and destroy your innocence.

Longing has no lines to cross. It just expands in your chest until each step you take cracks the pavement.

“Don’t stop imagining. The day that you do is the day that you die.”

I tend to listen to Youth Lagoon’s The Year of Hibernation without a touch of reality in mind. I find myself longing for that classic summer montage where I’m in the passenger seat of a car full of friends whose faces filled each day for two solid months. That scene with the windows down and the beach and ocean and falling sun to the right. The kind of moment that could last forever.

I don’t want to believe I never got to live this memory. This album leaves me longing for it nonetheless, and that is enough.

Longing can be a tricky thing.

—Chris
TWLOHA Staff

newsweek:

theatlantic:

“I am not going to light my hair on fire. I am not going to sign those silly pledges, like everyone else on that [debate] stage has done. I’m not going to go to a Don Trump debate. There are some things I’m just not going to do.”

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Jon Huntsman

Stay strong, Jon. #OccupySanity

Best decision he could have made re: the debate. While my support is for JH, I’m glad to see other GOP candidates dropping out as well. Anything Trump touches becomes an instant joke. If you haven’t seen Huntsman’s new video “Restoring Trust”, take two minutes and check it out.

(Source: pleatedjeans)

twloha:

We sat down with Justin Timberlake to ask for his support. And we filmed it. Vote here.

We hardly ever have anything better to do.

yeralwayssoulful:

Vote.

twloha:

Tonight at Midnight (EST), December officially begins and so does the final round of voting for the American Giving Awards presented by Chase. TWLOHA is one of five charities with a chance to win $1,000,000. Your support helped us win Round 1 back in October and now we’re looking at the chance not only to win this money but to do it on national television, as the Awards will be broadcast nationwide on NBC.

Your support got us here and we need you now more than ever. Winning this money would allow us to take our message of hope and help on the road to more places and in more creative ways than ever before. Beyond that, we think the chance to speak to a national television audience is something pretty special.

You can vote once a day December 1 thru 8, so we’re asking for 8 votes over the next 8 days. If you want to do more, you can tweet, retweet, post on Facebook and Tumblr, even host a voting party at your school or in your community. There’s room to get creative. There’s room for your passion and your voice.

This thing started small and we’ve seen amazing doors open as we’ve continued to journey together. That’s what it’s all about…

To see how we would spend the money and to cast your first vote, go here.

This video made me forget how to breathe for one minute and forty-seven seconds. I love when they pet the one owl and he moves with the hand.

joshuacalebgilligan:

I’ve Got Time | Josh Gilligan

New song. First full band one in a while. I’m pretty stoked on it. Let me know what you think!

Well go ahead now. Press play.

twloha:

At age 13, Harlee was raped by her father. Now, six years later, she talks about her journey from pain and loss to healing, forgiveness and community.