April 2012
March 2012
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JUST BOUGHT TICKETS TO SEE WILCO, THE AVETT...
I can’t even contain my excitement.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me...
– Walt Whitman, Song of Myself (via artgarfunkel-)
Life. It’s difficult for me to figure out when it got so complex. I’m not desiring to retreat back to simpler times or anything like that. I’m just hoping it will transcend into something a bit clearer. This period of life that I’m standing in right now is obscured by so much uncertainty. It feels as if every decision I make is life defining. From deciding what I’m...
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Love-Locked Simplicity
I stare now into the abyss as it shakes, trying to hold the river still
The wind runs through the branches
Like the fingers of a lover
Through the rugged locks of hair on my heavy head
It’s dirty water
And I think of Saturday’s service
When we broke the body
When we chewed the food
When drank the blood
When we passed the bottle
And as one
Bore the beat burdens of our brothers
And dreamt of the...
Something I wrote.
simplisticfox:
A chin raised, lips parted
eyes moving steadily
One light becomes thousands.
Breathing. In, Out.
The music of all Nature rings!
It enters me.
Rushing, Lingering.
The prick of death is upon me
I join the harmony
Gushing red, I realize the balance.
YES
fishintheseatobirdsinthetree:
Maybe it is completely irresponsible, but I’m going to spend the rest of my savings on the folk festival this summer. Every time I look at the lineup I get butterflies.
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This song is about my late friend, Collin, who took his life while we were...
– Conor Oberst, on the song Poison Oak. (via whatthefishbone)
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No art is possible without a dance with death…
– Kurt Vonnegut Jr.- Slaughter House Five