March 5, 2010

I do want to love you, who ever you are. and I want to love you right.

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February 10, 2010

Today I can’t find music. Today, the world has let me down.

I want to listen to music about something other than teenage heart break, and the boy with chocolate eyes who doesn’t notice you. I’m sick of songs about drinking, smoking, self-indulgence. I’m done with this month’s popstar-hipster claiming rites to the spotlight. It’s been ages since a hearing song has made my head beat faster, or sent tingles down my spine, or covered my skin with chilling bumps.

I wish i could say that i miss the days of originality, back when music meant something more than a record deal. I wasn’t alive then. I missed out. It’s just a disappointment. All those bright-eyed, small-town bands starting out with good intentions, set to change the world. We’ve lost the generation of ingenuity, music that lasts a life time. Sorry kids, but your techno beats only last a day. There’s no bringing Lennon back now.

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January 30, 2010
“ When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
henri nouwen (via quote-book) (via ifellinlovewiththeworldaroundme) •
kailaraining: carbohydrate: (via citysparkle) This is what i want to be to the world. This is what i want the world to be for me.

kailaraining:

carbohydrate:

(via citysparkle)

This is what i want to be to the world. This is what i want the world to be for me.

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November 27, 2009

Let live.

i think its brilliant. life that is. keeps you on your toes, spinning in circles, and standing on your head. it has an immaculate way of always working out perfectly in exactly the opposite way that you wanted it to. your life knows who you are, but it is an illusion to you. you have no idea what it will throw at you next- but would you want to? what would be the point? what is the point, anyhow? to love? to be loved? i used to keep my heart locked up tight behind a fortress wall; nothing could penetrate the barriers. i could not love, i could not be loved. too afraid of something real. I now wear my heart on my sleeve for all the world to see. people stare, they laugh, they sneer. they poke and prod, and pull and tug at the little beating muscle pinned to my wrist. but they notice. they are jealous. they want to free their own hearts from their concrete cages. i think its brilliant. life that is. you think you want one thing, but it has this immaculate way of showing you that you are completely wrong. you dont know what you want.you dont know what you need. let life lead you, let love win you, let live.

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November 2, 2009

She says…

you’re a masochist for falling for me, so roll up your sleeves.

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October 25, 2009
“ You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy to save you from your old ways.
Can we climb this mountain? I don’t know. Higher now than ever before, I think we can make if we take it slow.
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman, like you imagine when you were young.
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October 23, 2009

the cessation of desire.

whatever is subject to arising, is subject to ceasing; whatever we become, we will unbecome. I am me and you are you, and this too shall pass.

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September 17, 2009
It’s a weight off my chest, i forgot how liberating it was to breathe.

It’s a weight off my chest, i forgot how liberating it was to breathe.

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I can’t see anything but you; the world’s a blur.

I can’t see anything but you; the world’s a blur.

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