i really like this song. i really like every song today. on mondays it feels like i’m stoned.
you don’t know how it feels, tom petty.
this is like, my favorite scene of all time. and this clip is not long enough.
sometimes you see a man you once loved, on the subway, two nights in a row, in the same car, next to you and then across from you, and you don’t say hello. you sort of try to hide, in your hood, and the past, because the last time you saw him you loved him. you were lying in his bed, on your stomach, half sleeping, he was leaving for work, he kissed your back, said those words, and then he left. you’d like to keep it that way, the memory, so you close your eyes, throw your head back, against the window, shut out the world, until it says lorimer, try not to live, for ten minutes, for two days, just remember.
i come together in the middle of the ni-ight.
On Sundays, I make experimental stews, listen to Decade, try to make sense of the world and wish it would allow me to be his cinnamon girl. I can’t seem to break this tradition. Peeling potatoes with Neil is extremely satisfying.
at the edge of night all thoughts to place of love
all worries to this place of love
all gestures to the place of love
- Anne Waldman
these days, i am mostly interested in doing to others what clint eastwood does to meryl streep in bridges of madison county. i am mostly interested in giving people thoughts they hardly know what to do with.
tonight i am method acting.
I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
The Sound and the Fury.
