December 2011
20 posts
Television
You and I, baby we’re a broken record.
Turn around -
we’re making sound but only for the noise.
And what if I -
could live like this, but not forever?
And what if you -
could move the needle to a more forgiving song?
And what if this was never really broken all along?
But for tonight, I’m sleeping with my television on
Have a nice life. I’m done trying to be in it.
Hearts a Mess
Your heart’s a mess You won’t admit to it It makes no sense But I’m desperate to connect And you, you can’t live like this Love ain’t safe You won’t get hurt if you stay chaste So you can wait But I won’t waste my love
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Heartbeat
Are we dating?
Are we f**king?
Are we best friends?
Are we something,
in between that?
I wish we never f**ked and I mean that.
“Creativity is just connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did...”
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Steve Jobs, Wired, February, 1995 (via 09912311)
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will...
Maybe some things are better left unsaid
but if you wanted to test that, I will, yeah, I guess, I could’ve said.
But there were nights in bars that I recall
your breath was courage laced with alcohol.
You leaned in, you said,
“make music with the chatter in here,
and whisper all the notes in my ears.”
I didn’t know, I didn’t know the way of my tongue
I...
