A mission for you. Go outside, hold an animal to your breast. That is real warmth, not the glow of your screen. I typed this on a rabbit.
A mission for you. Go outside, hold an animal to your breast. That is real warmth, not the glow of your screen. I typed this on a rabbit.
…the best. Summer has officially begun.

…and the soundtrack of me leaving for the weekend…
Lay Low via Cassie (thanks!)
for women who are difficult to loveyou are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
(Source: warsanshire.bandcamp.com, via soulfullyliving)
Walkmen - Heaven.
http://www.npr.org/2012/05/20/152853333/first-listen-the-walkmen-heaven
The Master.
(Source: youtube.com)
So cool. How will you make a difference?
Guards

…Miniature Tigers…
Continuing the theme of unreasonable sounding requests for art, I was able to attend one of the most highly touted theatre experiences in New York - Elevator Repair Service’s magical, stunning and meticulously crafted GATZ. The show is a complete reading and imaginative reenactment of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. Told over six marathon hours of performance, not a single word is uttered outside of the book’s prose. I reread The Great Gatsby a few months ago and remarked at the richness in language - something I’d forgotten from the requisite HS reading - each description seems to breathe, injecting movement and spirit into even the simplest object or gesture. To see this language come alive in such an inventive and innovative way was beyond impressive and to realize that I’d spent about two weeks reading it on and off when it could have been accomplished in six hours or less was humbling.
(Source: elevator.org)
Summer adventure mode is in full effect…who’s coming with me?
(via thedirtystache)
…Damien Jurado… (my favorite new friendships come with music recommendations)