December 2010
28 posts
The Worst Feeling
Is when you cannot sleep. Hours roll by as you toss and turn, rearrange your sheets, sleep on the couch, curl up, roll out.
My eyes burn and I cannot stop thinking about tonight. Nostalgia clouds my judgement, jealously turns lethal, and all for what? For wasted thoughts on a wasted fraction of history. A notch in time, a time surpassed by a better judge of character, a brighter future, a healthy...
magpie nest: SCHEHERAZADE →
sore-thumbelina:
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running Until they forget that they are horses. It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a…
Leonard Cohen Book of Longing
I Wrote For Love
I wrote for love. Then I wrote for money. With someone like me it’s the same thing.
-Leonard Cohen
“if you end up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your mom,...”
– Frank Zappa (via sore-thumbelina)
notrational:
Fact: Whenever we see someone we like, the pupils of our eyes dilate and grow larger. It’s almost as if our eyes are trying to see as much of this person as possible. This is an involuntary and uncontrollable physiological response.
This should make meetings awkward.
“(dance music) is the refuge for the mentally deficient. It’s made by dull people...”
– Morrissey (via sore-thumbelina)
Of course my waiter from Mellow Mushroom is texting me right now…..I wish I would attract some “different” types.
