February 2012
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Blinding (02/27/2012)
Whatever had put me in such a good mood earlier today had disappeared. I felt it drain out of me. It was the only thing I could feel. Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids. Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs. The only thing I could feel was the draining. It took my speech. I got dizzy, did I forget how to breathe? I forgot how to do my job, I...
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The way up, Tallahassee IV (02/26/2012)
I think I needed a weekend to leave and miss it. I needed a weekend to be someone else, to make my skin feel like it fit again. I needed too much time in a car, I needed to think, I needed time, I needed to worry about lizards (and the way they move), I needed too much joint pain and too many cigarettes and my god, his lips on a beer bottle, mercy, I needed that change. I can still hear his voice...
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floralnymph:
House of Cards — Radiohead
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Tallahassee III, Fresh Fest V (02/25/2012)
I needed a change, I needed something else, some kind of something. I needed a change, I needed a way out. I needed a way. I needed a way so I made one. I needed to get out. I needed to get out and leave, so I left. I left and looked back, every second I had. I needed some time to be someone else, so I was. So I left. So I took the weekend to be a merch girl and hang out with the punk kids. What...
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Tallahassee II (02/24/2012, 5PM)
Jake said that the deeper you get into Georgia, the redder the clay gets. But going diagonally thorough the state, it turns from beautiful rainy rivers of that red clay to the slate grey of Atlanta, through almost all of Against Me!’s albums and into whiteout rural rain. And that’s where we are now, just past the whiteout rain and the Against Me!. I thought after sixteen hours, cramped...
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The way down, Tallahassee I (02/24/2012, 1PM)
I swear, no matter where I go, I find things that remind me of New York. Some architecture, some person, some kind of something reminds me of home. That odd lust for a city that follows me and doesn’t make sense. Some part of me is always going to run from Long Island, always going to run from bad memories and from long lost ghosts that keep me awake. But that city, my god, it feels like...
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design (02/23/2012)
I’ve been needing a change lately. Some change of pace, some different rhythm. I don’t usually pick up and leave. Actually, I never pick up and leave. I think this is what I need. A different point of view, one far away from my own life. I need a new perspective and maybe I need to see it down the east coast. I feel trapped and maybe I need to get lost and be a ghost, be someone...
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warwithself:
Death By Chocolate| Sia
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Soul
I have this thing in me that’s never going to be satisfied. With whatever I do, I’m always going to need more. I’m always going to want more. I have something more then hunger, more then thirst, something more then drive. There’s something in me that won’t stay quiet. There’s something that won’t sleep, keeping me awake. There’s this thing in me that doesn’t shut off and it wants to read and write...
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simonefiasco:
Like A Star // Corrine Bailey Rae
“Life has taught me one supreme lesson. This is that we must—if we are really to...”
– Margaret Sanger
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“My soul today is sad to the very marrow of its bones. Everything hurts me —...”
– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet, trans. Margaret Jull Costa