Heart’s A Mess-Gotye
Black Rose- Eliza Rickman
Skinny Love (Das Kapital) - Bon Iver
Born to Die- Lana Del Rey
History Town- Mos Dub
Heart it Races- Dr. Dog
Where is My Mind-Pixies
Teenage Dirtbag- Wheatus
Garden State
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(Source: forever90s, via emmastahl)
jessie jameson and annmarie. i miss you guys
this. with Of Rain and Air by Wayne Dodd (which describes the feeling of emerging into the evening rain after being inside all day absolutely flawlessly) made for a perfect break on wednesday ^.^
Of Rain and Air by Wayne Dodd
All day I have been closed up
inside rooms, speaking of trivial
matters. Now at last I have come out
into the night, myself a center
of darkness.
Beneath the clouds the low sky glows
with scattered light. I can hardly think
this is happening. Here in this bright absence
of day, I feel myself opening out
with contentment.
All around me the soft rain is whispering
of thousands of feet of air
invisible above us.
Woman at Lit Window by Eamon Grennan
I’m ahead a day. O_o
Perhaps if she stood for an hour like that
and I could stand to stand in the dark
just looking, I might get it right, every
fine line in place: the veins of the hand
reaching up to the blind-cord, etch
of the neck in profile, the white
and violet shell of the ear
in its whorl of light, that neatly
circled strain against a black
cotton sweater. For a few seconds
she is staring through me
where I stand wondering what I’ll do
if she starts
on that stage of light
taking her clothes off. But she only
frowns out at nothing or herself
in the glass, and I think I could,
if we stood for an hour like this,
get some of the real details down. But
already, even as she lowers the blind,
she’s turning away, leaving a blank
ivory square of brightness
to float alone in the dark, the faint
grey outline of the house
around it. Newly risen, the half moon casts
my shadow on the path
skinned with grainy radiance
as I make my way back
to my own place
among the trees, a host of fireflies
in fragrant silence and native ease
pricking the dark around me
with their pulse of light.
-Anis Mojgani (via blua)
JESSIE STOP IT IM IN LOVE WITH YOU
(Source: life-after-survival, via mouthfulofchocolatedust)
why yes, I am goddess of the moon. (:
JESSIE I MISS YOU
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jessiejessiejessiejessiejessieeeeeee
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this reminds me of my dvd collection…because it is organized by color. ^.^
(Source: unknownskywalker, via backseatbanter)
Signature of All Things by Kenneth Rexroth
Part 1
My head and shoulders, and my book
In the cool shade, and my body
Stretched bathing in the sun, I lie
Reading beside the waterfall—
Boehme’s “Signature of All Things”
Through the deep July day the leaves
Of the laurel, all the colors
Of gold, spin down through the moving
Deep laurel shade all day. They float
On the mirrored sky and forest
For a while, and then, still slowly
Spinning, sink through the crystal deep
Of the pool to its leaf gold floor.
The saint saw the world as streaming
In the electrolysis of love.
I put him by and gaze through shade
Folded into shade of slender
Laurel trunks and leaves filled with sun.
The wren broods in her moss domed nest.
A newt struggles with a white moth
Drowning in the pool. The hawks scream,
Playing together on the ceiling
Of heaven. The long hours go by.
I think of those who have loved me,
Of all the mountains I have climbed,
Of all the seas I have swum in.
The evil of the world sinks.
My own sin and trouble fall away
Like Christian’s bundle, and I watch
My forty summers fall like falling
Leaves and falling water held
Eternally in summer air.
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