“Oh boo to you! America sucks! Terrorists rule! AH-LA-LA-LA-LA!”
the subtle, electric fire
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I Would Be Sad - The Avett Brothers
‘I was walking through Brooklyn on Halloween nite when I stumbled past these 3 authentic children, all dressed as relevant architectural landmarks. I had to do a google image search since I ‘recognized that the buildings were relevant’ but didn’t know their names. Turns out that they are the Guggenheim, the New Museum, and the Whitney. All of the children seem happy, knowing that they are ‘way smarter’/generally ‘better’ than most regular kidz and their boring-ass costumes. Sorta feel sad looking at the lil grim reaper bro in the background.”
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Kate Miller-Heidke - The Day After Christmas
No one’s picking up the phone
Guess it’s me and me
And this little masochist
She’s ready to confess
All the things that i nerver thought
That she could feel and
Hey Jupiter
Nothings been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to
And I thought you’d see with me
You wouldn’t have to be something new
Sometimes I breathe you in
And I know you know
And sometimes you take a swim
Found your writing on my wall
If my hearts soaking wet
Boy your boots ccan leave a mess
Hey Jupiter
Nothings been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to
And I thought I wouldn’t have to keep
With you
Hiding
Thought I knew myself so well
All the dolls I had
Took my leather off the shelf
Your apocalypse was fab
For a girl who couldn’t choose between
The shower or the bath
And I thought I wouldn’t have to be
With you
A magazine
No one’s picking up the phone
Guess it’s clear he’s gone
And this little masochist
Is lifting up her dress
Guess I thought I could never feel
The things I feel
Hey Jupiter
- Hey Jupiter, Tori Amos
Autumn is Tori weather.
“ Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
Jonathan Safran Foer (via underthesheets)
So gentle and so pure appears
my lady when she greets others,
that every tongue trembles and is mute,
and their eyes do not dare gaze at her.
She goes by, aware of their praise,
benignly dressed in humility:
and seems as if she were a thing come
from Heaven to Earth to show a miracle.
She shows herself so pleasing to those who gaze,
through the eyes she sends a sweetness to the heart,
that no one can understand who does not know it:
and from her lips there comes
a sweet spirit full of love,
that goes saying to the soul: ‘Sigh.’
- Dante, La Vita Nuova
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Leonard Cohen - In My Secret Life
