“Next year I will not be the self of this year now. And that is why I laugh at the transient, the ephemeral; laugh, while clutching, holding, tenderly, like a fool his toy, cracked glass, water through fingers. For all the writing, for all the invention of engines to express and convey and capture life, it is the living of it that is the gimmick. It goes by, and whatever dream you use to dope up the pains and hurts, it goes. Delude yourself about printed islands of permanence. You’ve only got so long to live. You’re getting your dream. Things are working, blind forces, no personal spiritual beneficent ones except your own intelligence and the good will of a few other fools and fellow humans. So hit it while it’s hot.”—The Unabridged Journals -Sylvia Plath (via tackybangs)
“That’s how you can tell that you’re filling yourself with the wrong things. You use a lot of energy, and in the end, you feel emptier and less comfortable than ever.”—Glennon Doyle Melton, Carry On, Warrior: Thoughts on Life Unarmed (via audrotas)
The Magnetic Fields- The Luckiest Guy On The Lower East Side
Andy, would bicycle across town in the rain to bring you candy and John would buy the gown for you to wear to the prom with Tom, the astronomer who’d name a star for you
But I’m the luckiest guy on the Lower East Side cause I’ve got wheels and you want to go for a ride
Harry, is the one I think you’ll marry but it’s Chris, that you kissed, after school Well i’m a fool, there’s no doubt but when the sun comes out and only when the sun comes out…
I’m the luckiest guy on the Lower East Side cause I’ve got wheels and you want to go for a ride
The day is beautiful and so are you My car is ugly but then, I’m ugly too I know you’d never give me a second glance but when the weather’s nice all the other guys, don’t stand a chance
I know Professor Blumen makes you feel like a woman but when the wind is in your hair you laugh like a little girl So you share secrets with Lou, but we’ve got secrets too Well, one: I only keep this heap for you cause I’m the ugliest guy on the Lower East Side but I’ve got wheels and you want to go for a ride Want to go for a ride?
“I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is my life and maybe, however unlikely, I’ll find my way back there. Or maybe, one day, I’ll settle for second best. And on that same day, hell will freeze over, the sun will burn out and the stars will fall from the sky.”—Lemony Snicket (via iamnomes)
When I am sad lately I put on my headphones and blast old misfits and fucked up ..some Metallica too… It does wonders. Sam Cooke too. Tomorrow I get to see waxahatchee with Ellen! On the 14th Jordan and I are gonna go see the weirdo and the revolts.
I said to you on the night that we met, “I am not well” Our habits secrete to the sidewalk and street, our civic hell And we covet the dark, share a cab to the park And you’ll let me speak of bearings undone, silver hair in the sun We are only 30% dead and our parents go to sleep early We destroy all of our esteem and the sunlight starts to shine through the trees
And the noise on this block keeps my mind interlocked and unfastened And the struggle sheds skin, heavy breath is a deadly assassin My sister’s eyes flood like rivers of wine in your absence So we echo each song to which you’d sing along A circuit hymn and we’ll sing it again And we’ll smoke til our pockets are empty A person cannot live without sleep And you can’t hold up a story so heavy We tell it so rarely
And in this place I think about you The spirits and veins that you run through And in this place I think about you