February 2011
January 2011
sometimes. i always start my ramblings with sometimes. because it’s true, sometimes i feel this and sometimes i feel that. it’s all on a day’s work you see. i get eaten up by the most random of things and most random of moments. but this particular one isn’t. this one exists in the bookshelf of my mind for a reason, it haunts me, it lingers, it’s in my eyes. i breathe...
feelings overflow
one evening - feist
tell me something?
“I was trying to feel some kind of good-bye. I don’t care if it’s a sad good-bye...”
– J.D. Salinger (via autumnfringes)
has anyone read any of these books, if so can you tell me about it? it’s hard to find reviews of them online and i’m debating on getting them.
tree of codes - jonathan safran foer diary of an oxygen thief - anonymous this book does not exist - mike schneider
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in the lost & found - elliott smith
coachella line-up is a dandy. meet me there?
ramblings - 1:09 am
read a book. listen to a song. look at a photograph. these are the things i try and emulate, i want to exist beyond the limits of the present. i want to be that song. i want to be that book. i want to be that photograph. i just want to be a tiny little spark of city light you would barely notice from a distance. i want to be ambient. i want to be transient. i want to be that...
rough draft of ramblings - 10:59 pm
we all run through different times and we get worked up over misunderstandings and hazy exchanges of spoken words that mean one thing to someone and another to somebody else. we really are just running around in circles trying to latch on to a soul or to something. sometimes we burst at the seams at wanting to embrace the beauty of everything around us and...
“We slept in the same bed.
There was never a right time to say it.
It was...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via summerrequiem)
we forget that we have the power to leave a footprint in a place we’ve never been.
everybody plays the game, and if you don’t you’re called insane.
what you want is just outside your reach what you want is just outside your reach what you want is just outside your reach what you want is just outside your reach what you want is just outside your reach
it’s closer than you think. it really is.
nataliekucken:
the strokes // i’ll try anything...
I’d swim across lake michigan
if the santa ana winds blows you by don’t forget that you are alive this is what it means: the sun rises the sun sets and in all that we live and we breathe and we feel life is what you make of it this is all of it all within your grasp so stay for awhile and just slow down steady pace wins the race