talking of Michaelangelo.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
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water graveyard // 11:23 pm
Shimmering silver
Tails flickering fast, hiding.
Jaws open wide,
snatch!
Monday, March 24, 2014
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prose // 9:31 pm
I just really miss my boyfriend tonight.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
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officially a fan of salvador dali // 8:22 pm
I see a rhinoceros!
What a wonderfully written script.
When you think in the cold, violent, meaningless universe Paris exists - these lights - I mean nothing's happening on Jupiter or Neptune or out beyond - but from way out in space you can see these lights in the whole dark void - the cafes, people drinking and dancing - I mean for all we know this town is the hottest spot in the entire universe -
When he says it like this... makes me want to go back to Paris.
Friday, March 21, 2014
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sideways light // 11:28 pm
I lay there where the vertical was horizontal and I lay there in the dark lit only by speckles of light of the night. I lay there, sleepless and thought. Lay there my eyes sideways thinking and thinking of stubbornness.
Hemingway said, “No subject is terrible if the story is true, if the prose is clean and honest, and if it affirms courage and grace under pressure.” Hm.
The airplane that sank to the bottom of the ocean. That happens too. The world is big he tells me, like a patient teacher to a childish naive student. We can be eaten up by it, the world, and we're just a little bit insignificant.
Right, but as I was saying, I lay there thinking.
About change, I see it all around me and growth and I'm saddened, burdened by it. Am I the catalyst of change? No, how can I have that kind of power. So, why am I taking it so seriously, why does it scare me? Because I see myself IN them. I am changing just as they are but they are children, they NEED to go through that... their little rebellions, their stubborn little arrogance. But, why I see myself IN them, it's because I am starting to feel that people don't necessarily LIKE my change... the principles I've decided for myself and stubbornly stuck to... I'm just some kind of little, silly little kid freaking out by change in this humongous world.
Wide-eyed stubbornness, I see it in her and in myself. It scares me, it's not where I want to be heading, because it feels like I'm heading headfirst towards bitterness.
"I'm bored, he's bored, we're all bored!" -
Midnight in Paris
Friday, March 14, 2014
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this song makes me wanna move // 8:53 am
Ooh, crazy's what they think about me
Ain't gonna stop cause they tell me so
Cause 99 miles per hour baby,
Is how fast that I like to go.
Can't keep up with my rhythm
Though they keep trying.
Too quick for the lines they throw.
I walk to the sound of my own drum,
It goes, they go, we go, hey yeah yeah yeah
Oh! Here we go!
Feel it in my soul!
Really need it, need it, so go!
Gotta feel it, body takes control
Really need it, need it!
Fitz and the Tantrums's
The Walker
Monday, March 03, 2014
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// 11:39 pm
Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight
The sky was on fire
When I walked to the mill
To take up the slack in the line
I thought of my friends
And the troubles they've had
To keep me from thinking of mine
Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight
The moon has a face
And it smiles on the lake
And causes the ripples in time
I'm lucky to be here
With someone I like
Who maketh my spirit to shine
Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight
Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight
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how it creeps up on you // 12:33 pm
We're all like frogs in a pot of cold water. The water boils and we are still happily swimming around singing about our happy fortunes of being in a nice pool and it warms and it warms and finally you realize it's too hot but by that time, you can't move anymore, panic won't help you and you can't even jump out. And you boil, to death. It's change and growth. That's how it creeps up on you, the boiling and the death.
It'll kill me one day.