Thursday, January 20, 2011

Phantogram - Let Me Go

NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert: Lower Dens

bukowski 

libraries:
I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin. - Pablo Neruda

Monday, January 10, 2011

Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option. — Mark Twain

If someone wants to be a part of your life, they’ll make an effort to be in it. Don’t bother reserving a space in your heart for someone who doesn’t make an effort to stay.

Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It’s like killing yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.
— Charles Bukowski

At the end of the day, you either focus on what’s tearing you apart, or what’s holding you together.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Sunday, January 2, 2011