When I see hipsters wearing Mao hats or Lenin T-shirts, I'm grateful. It's like truth-in-labeling. For now I know you are: Woefully ignorant, morally stunted, purposively asinine, or all three.
The world is not a wish-granting factory.
The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.
You were clearly not doing your part in the clover search, perv.
When I was young and I look at the things that I wrote - I don't think that was the word they used back then, but they had a hipster sensibility. They were a little irreverent.
The visionary is the only realist.
I'm definitely not a muscle builder or a guy that's interested in being a muscle builder. It feels good to get back down to a normal size. Not like a hipster size or a buff-guy size, but just a normal, 34-waist guy.
I am shortsighted. I need glasses for watching movies or concerts. It's not a hipster affectation; I do have poor eyesight. This is how ridiculous my life is: I've had the test for contact lenses, but I haven't found a half-day where I can go to the optician.
Entropy increases. Things fall apart.
So I let her go, too. And I'm sorry.
Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.
It feels like a perfect night, to dress up like hipsters, and make fun of our exes.
You could drive past it without noticing and from what I understand, you ought to.
As hipster chicks age, and their skin starts to sag, tramp stamps sink below waistbands, like the sun slipping into the sea.
What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant.
I liked Augustus Waters. I really, really really liked him. I liked the way his story ended with someone else. I liked his voice. I liked that he took existentially-fraught free throws.
The ukulele totally fits that whole hipster community or whatever you want to call it, but then at the same time it works great in nursing homes where senior citizens get together and play, and then as the traditional Hawaiian instrument with people doing the Hula and strumming the ukulele and singing.
I'd say 95 percent of my audience was white. They were mostly kind of older hipster folks like myself.
What matters to you defines your mattering.
The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle of a sentence.
