this is the part where I can’t sleep, where my brain is whirring, buzzing along at its own pace while my eyes struggle to stay open. It’s thoroughly frustrating when you are fighting the urge to do anything to get some rest. I need to clean, but I’m not ready to do it. >.<
It’s Christmas Eve. I’m home after doing Christmas things with my family. I want to clean my room, I want to purge it of all the things I just don’t need. The memories that are locked within possessions. I want to hang up my Chinese lanterns and build a canopy around my bed. I want my room to be a sanctuary because I feel so disjunct lately. I want to find my way back. I want...
Don't give up
henrycharlesbukowski: I was laying in bed one night and I thought ‘I’ll just quit — to hell with it.’ And another little voice inside me said ‘Don’t quit — save that tiny little ember of spark.’ And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.
Boy, you sure know...
how to make a girl feel like a piece of chewed up [DISPOSED] piece of b u b b l e g u m on the bottom of your best Shoes. What you should know is she’s Nobody’s litter- she is that rare coin you find on the sidewalk a 1927, was it? she is that album you can’t believe you found in your Local recordshop she is all of the things you daren’t dream and she...
Oh, just a little review from yours truly for Bon... →
musicians are linguists with notes used in places...
yeah, I just said that. kinda really fucking true.
This city breathed a little life, it coaxed a fire from the ashes of a Girl who thought she was spent. Now the flames encircle sides and she Prays to the sidewalks, prays to the bus stops, [the pigeons] prays for a little oxygen to keep her burningBrightly.
Going to Chicago tomorrow. While there, I’ll catch Bon Iver, head to Indiana with The Damn Choir for a show and possibly shop for records with Young Buffalo. I’m telling you, I could get used to this…
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It...– Neil Gaiman (via 1000scientists)
turns out, I suck at using Tumblr.
I’m sorry. I swear I’ll get better. I swear I’ll start posting my musical travels on here. My notes from shows. Interviews with bands. -_- I need to get organized.
crystal-anne: so sleepy and lazy. I want to cuddle but alas, I have nobody to cuddle with.
‘she had been living almost entirely in her head, her body fading, even...– Sylvia Plath’s transformation; Wintering. (via scribblesandpostcards)