Brooklyn Bridge, 1914.
Chewing Gum & Graphite.
Sara. 20. Drama student at NYU. From Philadelphia. Likes sentence fragments.
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James Vincent McMorrow / Follow You Down to the Red Oak Tree
I watched Third Star earlier (because I, like many, have a Benedict Cumberbatch problem), and the film was decent, but when this song came on during the credits, it hit me right in the metaphorical heart.
Cathedrals / Jump, Little Children
In the cathedrals of New York and Rome
There is a feeling that you should just go home
And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is
Stars / Barricade
Oh, how could anyone not want to rip it all apart?
Going to the Berkshires for the weekend was exactly the kind of thing that I needed, but I wish we could have stayed for a few more days. For the first time, I’m not thrilled to be back in New York.
Anais Mitchell / Untitled
I love fall weather so much, but sometimes it feels unbearably romantic.
Laura Marling / I Was Just A Card
Her show at Webster Hall on Wednesday was incredible, especially because I was right up front. The opener, Alessi’s Ark, was lovely and charming, and Laura was endearingly awkward and man, her voice.
Grouper - Heavy Water/I'd Rather Be Sleeping
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Grouper - Heavy Water/I’d Rather Be Sleeping
this song on repeat for the rest of eternity
The Decemberists / June Hymn
It’s the first day of summer and the windows are open. It is supposed to rain today but it doesn’t look like it will. Not yet, anyway.
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Anaïs Mitchell / Your Fonder Heart
I want to see you half-lit in the half-light
Laughing with the whites of your dark eyes
I could not even handle how beautiful the sky was on Friday.
Bon Iver / Come Talk To Me (Peter Gabriel cover)
Listening to Bon Iver makes me want to sit against a tree next to a stream in the middle of the woods and write poetry.
Can I just go to Iceland instead of finishing all my papers and projects?
My thoughts exactly.
1 year ago on May 02, 2011 at 06:39pm with 86 notes
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Variations On the Word Sleep by Margaret Atwood
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
/
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun and three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
/
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again and become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and as you enter
it as easily as breathing in
/
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
and that necessary.
1 year ago on May 01, 2011 at 08:28pm with 1 note
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