songs that remind me of people I once loved and no longer speak to

It'll All Work Out - Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio

Baby In Two - Pernice Brothers

Landslide - Smashing Pumpkins (Fleetwood Mac cover)

Let's Go To Bed - The Cure

MMMBop - Hanson

To You I Bestow - Mundy

I Found A Reason - Cat Power (Velvet Underground cover)

Se A Vida E - Pet Shop Boys

Good Fortune - PJ Harvey

Curs In The Weeds - Horse Feathers

Heard 'Em Say - Kanye West ft. Adam Levine

Skip To The End - The Futureheads

Silent Shout - The Knife

(You Dyed Your Hair) Chartreuse - Louis Jordan

Leave (Get Out) - JoJo

NYC - Interpol

Leather and Lace - Stevie Nicks and Don Henley

Crap Kraft Dinner - Hot Chip

it's not a thing it is an is

'only an idiot has no grief; only a fool would forget it. What else is there in this world sharp enough to stick to your guts?'

- Faulkner

collapsible

You never say 'bless you' when I sneeze and though I've never said anything, I love you a little bit less for it.

I must be insane to go skating on your name

If you loved me back it would ruin everything.




One day you will realise how intelligent I am, and it will intimidate the shit out of you.

i think you are a fascinating new technology

I found a bag of chocolate coins in the library. I kept them with me all day but didn't eat them. In the evening I threw them out.

fuerze e animo

We shake our fists -
that's it
we're done, we won't.
But we will.
We always do.
It's what we do.
We open up

we've given up every other thing

You're angry with me because I think your art is pointless.
It's angry with, not at.
What?
The preposition is with.
Your art is meaningless.

ain't that the way it goes

this would be so much
easier if I could remember
where I left my pencil/ dignity/ groceries/ panties

awkward at parties

Why should she give her bounty to the dead?
What is divinity if it can come
Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
Shall she not find in comforts of the sun,
In pungent fruit and bright, green wings, or else
In any balm or beauty of the earth,
Things to be cherished like the thought of heaven?
Divinity must live within herself:
Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;
Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued
Elations when the forest blooms; gusty
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;
All pleasures and all pains, remembering
The bough of summer and the winter branch.
These are the measures destined for her soul.

- From Wallace Stevens, Sunday Morning

straight back to my door

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skillfully curled)
all worlds



because there is never enough e.e. cummings

san francisco wear some flowers in your hair

whereas, my dear, i'm afraid
you still think you have
a thousand serious moves

i will sing you songs

You don’t even know her.

She could be a convicted murderer.

Or a member of Oprah’s book club.

She could have any number of grating habits.

Or perverted fetishes.

She could own a pair of Crocs.

You have no idea.

Maybe she has terrible taste in music

And books

And art

And people

She could be a hopeless cook,

A vegan

Or a Scientologist.

You don’t even know her.

And yet you do.

the part about the trouble when your time runs out

when the thrill is gone

when your deal goes south

yeah, it's all over when your time runs out

this is me getting my priorities straight