With nothing in its right place, everything scattered and disoriented, it feels less right this go round than it has before ( Read more... )

Sometimes,
I wish I could just dissolve into musical soundwaves.

Sometimes,
when it's loud and the energy is there all around me
and people are doing what they love in front of people who love them for it,
I sort of feel my molecules mingling with the music's.

maya

The clearest bluest sky, the most crisp biting cold, the leaves crackling in the air, straining for release from their branches, that chance to drift peacefully through the air for those few glorious seconds. And I just want to walk and walk and walk through the streets forever, watching the sun glint off the rooftops, glisten in yesterday's ( Read more... )

Sufjan + friends:


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He stands in a downtown doorway in the shelter of the narrow awning, rocking on his heels slightly, his dirty grey hair hanging limply over his weathered features. His tattered tweed jacket has many patches besides the ovals that pad his elbows, and there are more holes to be covered. His voice gruff from years of cigarettes, once imported and ( Read more... )

HaHa.

These are the Park Days.


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It was a heavy-hearted day. Darting in and out here and there every minute every second every breath, the destroyed and downtrodden lives of so many so close at hand kept peace and comfort at bay, and by the end of the day I was buckling under the pressure of the sky ( Read more... )

And I'm wondering again what would happen if I went ahead and did some of these things that I've not-quite-so-half-heartedly thought about doing, what I'd fuck up in the process, if I actually care about that anyhow ( Read more... )

Sometimes...


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