June 2011
14 posts
May 2011
27 posts
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Fragile Bird - City and Colour.
These cold...
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Just Like A Woman - Bob Dylan. (Happy Birthday,...
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No One Does It Like You - Department of Eagles.
I...
Last night I had a guilt dream. Not the usual hand in the cookie jar kind, a bigger kind. The kind of life-long chase for slippers encrusted with genuine rubies. But actually even bigger than that, I can’t even compare it to anything because I can’t think of anything. Probably because my mind is so consumed with my real-life idiocy and after my night I can’t think of anything...
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The most unbreakable people are those who pretend to be the most easily broken, it would be mindless, you think, to pretend to be weaker than you are, but if you think such, I’d be willing to bet, you’ve never tried it. The desire people have to hurt you is subconscious, the desire to avoid being hurt is a candy-coated wet dream gone wrong when you realize no one is necessarily out to get you,...
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Gone - Built To Spill.
Say, how can you explain...
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Broke - Modest Mouse.
I’ve done some things...
There is something I realized the other day that I miss, the simple goodness of waking up next to someone. Legs twined, with the practiced mimic of synchronized breathing. Just being able to look over and smile at someone and have them turn to kiss you. It’s nice, even if you somehow know, it’s the last time. Waking up the past several months has been especially hard, not because I...
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I’ve been having these dreams that strike me in a strange way, they are first presented beautifully, though I know terrible things are happening but throughout the dream I remain calm because everything is so beautiful. I don’t want to talk I don’t want to listen I don’t even want to wake up most of the time, but I always do. I am always okay, universal okay, not “my aura is fucking glowing”...
Write more. You don’t have to be good, your words don’t have to sound pretty, there doesn’t have to be any flow to it, you don’t really even have to think about it. Just pour it all out. Say something you need to say. Put something out into the world that you don’t have to explain to anyone because it’s yours. You own nothing, you are nothing, except your words,...
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I don’t want to be that one who falls for those who believe themselves infallible I’ve fallen for golden treasures, I’ve fallen for red-eyed demons. I can’t trace my fingertips back to the beginning but I can trace them across your tired skin, the line of your lower lip, the arch of your back, I’ve been hurt by few when I’d hurt many / I’ve hurt few when I’d been hurt by many. I’m a damaged...
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Marble House - The Knife
The moment we believe...
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Transatlantique - Beirut.
All along I was your...
Inhale. You feel like you have lost that spark. There’s nothing left to say because you feel nothing inside. We speak in frequencies of passion or pain and when there are neither, the line goes quiet. And it’s not a comforting silence but a ‘I’m really tired’ silence, a ‘I don’t want to give in but I think I have’ silence, a ‘I really need...
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Lemonade - CocoRosie.
Seduced by the lie of...