January 2011
40 posts
Landslide
Sin Fang
Landslide by sin fang
cover of Fleetwood Mac’s “Landslide” by Sindri Már Sigfusson of the band Seabearendlessly in love.
(today in the bus ride i met a nice girl from Iceland. i asked her if she ever went to a sigur ros concert and she said she did. & then i told her that i loved seabear.)
“Maybe it’s not about trying to fix what’s already broken. Maybe it’s about starting over and creating something even better.”
—(via fourthescape)
This Place Is Haunted
DeVotchKa
This Place is Haunted- DeVotchKa
I’ll watch you slip falling further away from here
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This is Yesterday - Manic Street Preachers
Someone somewhere soon will take care of you
I repent, I’m sorry, everything is falling apart
“I want to say somewhere: I’ve tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in.”
—Nicole Krauss (The History of Love)
“The truth of life is that every year we get farther away from the essence that is born within us. We get shouldered with burdens, some of them good, some of them not so good. Things happen to us. Loved ones die. People get in wrecks and get crippled. People lose their way, for one reason or another. It’s not hard to do, in this world of crazy mazes. Life itself does its best to take that memory of magic away from us. You don’t know it’s happening until one day you feel you’ve lost something but you’re not sure what it is.”
—Robert McCammom (via suzywire)
“It’s pure instinct that makes me rebel every time someone tries to control my life and hand out more rules”
—Simone Elkeles (via suzywire)
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Mumford & Sons | White Blank Page
Can you lie next to her
And give her your heart, your heart
As well as your body
And can you lie next to her
And confess your love, your love
As well as your folly
And can you kneel before the king
And say I’m clean, I’m clean
But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart
Oh tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart
“Someone doesn’t like you? Fuck it. Having a bad day? Fuck it.
Didn’t get that job, or that grade, or that promotion you wanted? Fuck it. Fighting with your lover? Fuck it. Feel fat today? Fuck it. Losing control of everything and everyone? Fuck it. What matters now won’t matter soon; the truly important thing is that you are alive, and that you have the capacity to do absolutely anything with this beautiful, crazy coincidence of being on this earth.” —Gerard Way (via loveyourchaos)
Didn’t get that job, or that grade, or that promotion you wanted? Fuck it. Fighting with your lover? Fuck it. Feel fat today? Fuck it. Losing control of everything and everyone? Fuck it. What matters now won’t matter soon; the truly important thing is that you are alive, and that you have the capacity to do absolutely anything with this beautiful, crazy coincidence of being on this earth.” —Gerard Way (via loveyourchaos)
“In dreams you don’t need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don’t exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don’t hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites. Reality, reality.”
—Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami (via enchanting, thechocolatebrigade) (via suzywire)
December 2010
19 posts
“if i stay in one place i lose my mind; i’m a pretty impossible lady to be with.”
—Kimya Dawson (via donworryboutit)
i almost wish we were butterflies . . .
Postmark: Newport, July 3, 1819
Shanklin, Isle of Wight, Thursday
My dearest Lady — I am now at a very pleasant Cottage window, looking onto a beautiful hilly country, with a glimpse of the sea; the morning is very fine. I do not know how elastic my spirit might be, what pleasure I might have in living here if the remembrance of you did not weigh so upon me.
Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
Will you confess this in the Letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it—make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me—write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been.
-John Keats to Fanny Brawne.
Here’s to the women that don’t need men to complete them.
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“I never want to get so comfortable that I forget the importance of those small connections people can make with other human beings. When you are comfortable, you can miss so much, and I for one don’t want to miss a thing.”
—Goldie Hawn (via suzywire)
“The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives.”
—Roald Dahl (via dira)
