Hum something to me, user

>Hum something to me, user...

Well, Sup Forums? What do you hum?

I'd probably hum Earthmover.

I'm going to hum Merzbow

Funkytown. Nothing gets people in the mood like Funkytown.

>So, what do you think of my hometown, user? I know we just got off the plane, but do you have any, um, any observations yet? Hey, I saw that grin! Look here, mister, like it or not you will tell me what you think! In fact, you're about to get a world-class tour! ...After we find my car, that is. My parents? Oh, I'm sure they won't mind if we're just a tad late, and even if they do, I'll just them this whole thing was your idea.

Hair Pie: Bake 2

wtf.

Why would you hum something? That sounds really retarded.

I got an 8:30 res at Dorsia.
Great sea urchin ceviche.

Flight Of The Bumblebee

If you ain't pulling a nigga dick out and slapping yourself with it
Throwing this bitch in your mouth sucking dick with bubbles
Fucking all night and drinking protein shakes in the morning
Get the fuck outta here!

>you will never be an adolescent on vacation in California with your mom and two sisters in a 2010 VW Beetle that your mom rented driving along the Pacific Coast Highway and later through the Santa Lucia Mountains onward to San Fransico and in those several hours realize how much else must exist in the vastness of this planet and decide you want to spend whatever time you have exploring as much of it as possible and later start maintaining several documents tracking places you'd like to visit, customs of said places, and trends in plane-ticket prices among other things, living and breathing for these future prospects and then grow old during which time time molds you into something entirely disparate from what you were as an adolescent without the capacity to even remember how, when, and why everything went wrong and try desperately to conjure concrete images of your youth but only find an indistinct haze as you take another sip from your drink that's neither bitter nor sweet but just meanders infintely in the delicate region of tastelessness seated in your mom's old room staring out the window, remembering how much it used to rain in this town when you were young and wondering why it doesn't anymore

hm hm hm hmhm HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

So do I take that picture before I kill her or something?

Doctor Hollywood

it's catchy as fuck

>Sorry about getting your earphones tangled in my hair again, user... I understand if you don't want to cuddle and hum Earthmover to me tonight.

go to bed unty

Mmmm those trips.

Also wasn't his name Paul Allen?

Silvera by Gojira. Its catchy.

The Son of God Goes Forth to War by Reginald Heber

>Wow, user. You know you're about an hour early for dinner? Were you waiting for someone? Oh, just enjoying the weather? That's fair. Y'know, since we're here, do you mind if I ask you a question? Why did you sign up for this trip? What were you hoping for, exactly? You're what, 22, in your third year of college, and you still have no friends, right? How do you not get it yet, especially when everyone else does? You're not wanted, user. You repulse people. If you'd stopped pretending to read your phone and picked your head up for a moment, you'd notice that I'm the only one sitting within 10 tables of you, and the glares employees keep shooting you. Don't look, but there's two whispering to each other behind you. I told you not to look! Sigh. Back to what we were talking about, and what was that again...? Oh, I remember! Why'd you come here? Did you at least pay for it yourself? Only thing worse than you paying so much for some adolescent coming of age fantasy is someone else paying for it. It's over. The closest you'll ever get to coming of age and others' willful company is in living with whatever images of delusion you can conjure. See? I can use big words out of their appropriate contexts, too. You didn't impress anyone with that pretentious word-vomit on the plane. You're not intelligent, not special - nothing but a morose, deluded kid with a psyche meandering infinitely between despair and a Napoleon complex, never resigning itself to either affliction so you're doomed to passivity and never actually doing something... Shoot. I'm sorry, user. I didn't mean to say that. Really, I came over because I thought you could use some advice. You're all about practicality and utilitarianism, right? Well, the beach is less than five miles south. Just walk that way for an hour, until you're neck-deep, and let the tides to the rest. You can be no less passive than you've always been, and still rid others of your company, improving their overall life. Everyone wins.

this is so fucking gay

>you will never be a 21 year old university student drifting from class to class and leaving an impression on no one while occupying your leisure time with music and reading when in a sudden attempt to alleviate the monotony you volunteer to plant ferns, flowers, and trees near one of the quads with about 40 other students and faculty and, once there, spot a pretty girl wearing a "There's always money in the banana stand" shirt whose facial aesthetics indicate an Asian and Latin heritage, with maybe a bit of Pacific Islander, and whose demeanor suggests she's the type of girl content to spend days listening to music and watching film and wouldn't mind your introversion, and wouldn't mind going to the kitchen to take the cocoa off the stove after you'd long forgotten that you were making some, and who dreams of living in London or Seattle because it's always raining and she could spend half of the weekend napping and then try conjuring some witty banter and jokes that whimsically remind her than it's not a nap if it's 6 hours long and at that moment remember that you're not witty and there's a reason people don't like you, and you've no friends, and no one asks you for a pen or pencil when they've forgotten theirs and then realize that everything's planted and everyone's leaving or already gone and you forgot to tell her you liked the shirt

BUH DUH DA DA DA DA DA DADADADA (high notes)
BUH DUH DA DA DADADADA
BOOMBOOM (power chords)
(x2)

I would whistle the Kill Bill tune

Just stop unty, I know it's you.

Exactly. Nothing more embarrassing than a trip being embarrassed to use their trip.

>I'm sorry, user. I can't tell you how to reconcile your past and present. I can't offer you all of the answers. I just can't. What I can offer is my shoulders and spine to lean on, and my hands and heart to hold.

NAME ONE GENIUS THAT AINT CRAZY

>No user I get it I get what you're saying but I just think listening to music all the time, especially around others, creates a sort of barrier between you and everyone else, even the those that would otherwise like you. And in your case especially I think there's a danger for it to manifest in a self-perpetuating isolation and withdrawn behavior. I just don't want you drift away from me, user. I've really enjoyed our time together.

I've seen this before fuck off

>newfags weren't here for tropicalcurtains and don't know how this works
let unty do his thing. he's the hero this board needs

shut up unty

Agoraphobic Nosebleed

SVNBATHER-DREAMHOVSE

in the book it's Owen