January 2012
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just a thought
maybe one day i could wear a caftan and you could wear a caftan, and we wouldn’t worry about sitting in the dirt because we’d have music. and music feels better when one is buried in dirt, lingering on the edge of his own body. and peeling a soul from the skin is easier if hands are held - energy transferred, secrets shared. suppose you take off the caftan and i take off the caftan-...
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I maintain an overbearing amount of unrequited love.
“Man, that’s a lot of unrequited love you’ve got there!” they’d say.
I told them “I know, it keeps me warm in the winter”.
so many of us are afraid of living
“The beauty of things must be that they end.”
– Jack Kerouac, Tristessa (via honeyforthehomeless)
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past passed passings
for a short while I thought I could be the girl for you with “love in her eyes and flowers in her hair”. How crazy I was to believe I may actually be capable of softening a heart. You were never a giver of hard looks, only a receiver of soft stares; I was always a reviver of intrepid rebellion, completely infatuated by hushed secrets and brief drives home. When the nights slowed to a near halt we...
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apathetic emergencies
funny how a streetlamp can look like a full moon through the sunroof. how packing a suitcase of one-liners and one-hit-wonders can add up to three if you forget the value of one. how spilling your soul allows others to collect it. that a vicarious memory is worse than none - so go construct consciousness of your own. funny how you said “run” but you didn’t mean “go”.
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i feel so much for beings such as:
“one-hit wonders”
elders eating alone at restaurants
forgotten words
instrumental musicians
baby blankets
children that say what they feel
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i've been on etsy since i got home
it’s time to do something productive…
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down the stairs on hands and knees
with clumsy hands I sculpted a replica of your misshapen heart, but the image made it too real. I remember you telling me (though out of context) that your heart was messed up (and I agreed) as each beat traveled through my arm. We did share a heartbeat at one point. It always beat too quickly for the slow tides, and took its time on the coldest summer night I’ve ever felt - but my God, I...
themusiclibrary:
Old Pine - Ben Howard
always
“There is a crack in everything; that’s how the light gets in.”
– Leonard Cohen
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“My role in society, or any artist’s or poet’s role, is to try and express what...”
– John Lennon
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resolutions/to-do
- figure out how to live forever
- make more time to read
- transform my room into a space where my core is visible
- take more photos (because it makes you feel good)
- keep a daily journal (one quote or line or anything to remember the day)
- do something that terrifies me
- live simply
taraaraara:
Hold My Hand As I’m Lowered | Noah...
December 2011
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IM SEEING MOTHERFUCKING FURTHUR TOMORROW
sjdghakdghadh, lonnnng live The Dead.