January 2011
December 2010
The New Year
Death Cab for Cutie
Death Cab for Cutie- The New Year
So this is the new year, and I don’t feel any different.
The clanking of crystal,explosions of in the distance.
So this is the new year, and I have no resolutions for self assigned penance, for problems with easy solutions.
So everybody put your best suit or dress on, lets make believe that we are wealthy for just this once.
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn, as thirty dialogues bleed into one.
The New Year
Death Cab for Cutie
Death Cab for Cutie- The New Year
So this is the new year, and I don’t feel any different.
The clanking of crystal,explosions of in the distance.
So this is the new year, and I have no resolutions for self assigned penance, for problems with easy solutions.
So everybody put your best suit or dress on, lets make believe that we are wealthy for just this once.
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn, as thirty dialogues bleed into one.
Back in my day music piracy consisted of a radio, blank tape and patience
“A person of good intelligence and of sensitivity cannot exist in this society very long without having some anger about the inequality - and it’s not just a bleeding-heart, knee-jerk, liberal kind of a thing - it is just a normal human reaction to a nonsensical set of values where we have cinnamon flavoured dental floss and there are people sleeping in the street.”
—George Carlin (via rebeccam)
“You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”
—Anne Lamott (via myquotelibrary)
“I pity those who dream the probable, the reasonable and the accessible more than those who fantasize about the extraordinary and remote. Those who have grandiose dreams are either lunatics who believe in what they dream and are happy, or they’re mere daydreamers whose reveries are like the soul’s music, lulling them and meaning nothing. But those who dream the possible will, very possibly, suffer real disillusion. I can’t be too disappointed over not having become a Roman emperor, but I can sorely regret never once having spoken to the seamstress who at the street corner turns right at about nine o’clock every morning.”
—Fernando Pessoa, from ‘Text 143’, The Book of Disquiet. (via wine-loving-vagabond)
