October 2010
59 posts
Wake Me Up When September Ends
Green Day
Wake Me Up When September Ends - Green Day
September 2010
129 posts
“And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance” —Mumford and Sons- Timshel
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance” —Mumford and Sons- Timshel
listening to "Morrissey - Break up the family" →
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Happy Mozz Monday!
listening to "Geto Boys - Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta" →
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@RadioFreeIllinois: “@LadyJay91: “#MusicForTheOffice ;)> @radiofreeamsterdam@SolSoul@timfin”
“If I was the evening, you know I’d send you a breeze
I’d let it whisper in your ear, kiss you and sing you to sleep.” —Ryan Adams, Miss Sunflower (via letitride)
I’d let it whisper in your ear, kiss you and sing you to sleep.” —Ryan Adams, Miss Sunflower (via letitride)
Monochromatic Loneliness
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Katharsis: Yom Kippur →
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Today is Yom Kippur in Israel. It’s also known as the Day of Atonement (Leviticus 16:1-34). Since sundown yesterday (which is when new days begin), everything has been so quiet. It’s almost unbelievable. There are hardly any cars, no people talking, not even the birds are singing! For the Jews…
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘awww!’”
—on the road by jack kerouac (via dontcooloff)
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“You should never give yourself a chance to fall apart because, when you do, it becomes a tendency and it happens over and over again. You must practice staying strong, instead.”
—Eat. Pray. Love by Elizabeth Gilbert (via quote-book)
Night Smitten
Moon chipped sky-light
Backseat, driving high
slow and steady, loud and heavy
learning to breathe again.
My fingers walk up, your lips run in.
Pitter my patter to a speed that flatters.
Too fast or too slow,
easy come for my easy flow.
Sun seared, charging sky
backseat, dreaming delight
slow and steady, loud and heavy
learning to live again.
P. Davenport 9/10
