hello my lovely fuckers.

=)

i'm ready to show you my new blog.

p.s. i got abit overexcited and just started posting and reblogging and experimenting. feel free to drop me questions on tumblr. =)

he will ease, he will ease, he will ease, he will ease
he will ease my mind.
fill my heart, fill my heart, fill my heart, fill my heart
fill my heart with blood.
he will carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me.
he was a fortune teller, he was a fortune teller.

"Chico" - The Concretes

fucking fucking fucking fucking history.

it makes me sick and mad to think that the things that i studied so hard for didn't appear in the exam. makes me sick to my stomach.

oh god, please let the exams be over soon, i wasn't made for this.

"children suffering in hunger, poverty-stricken entire villages and peoples, desert land struggling to survive, the fishermen netting less and less catch, people dying in the street and freezing every night in the cold with long grey lines stretching as far as the eye can see and the soul can take."

"broken families with children, weatherworn working class drudgery."

the 1990s?

the moment I let go of it
was the moment I got more than I could handle
the moment I jumped off of it
was the moment I touched down

how bout no longer being masochistic
how bout remembering your divinity
how bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out
how bout not equating death with stopping

- Alanis Morissette, "Thank U"

or life?

once you stay at home for too long, you tend to notice how often you drink water. like seriously, i get so conscious of it, don't know about you.

it's been too long since i've heard such Arcade Fire lyrics that touch my heart and soul in that same powerful hopeful-hopeless way, their grandiose style reflected in their lyrics that speak to everyone and no one at the same time. dancing in some old-fashioned ballroom where time stood still but dust still settles, in their old-fashioned clothing using faded instruments.

anyway the reason for poetic structures is because the poets get so tired of free verse that they need a challenge. less so because of the meaning that the structure conveys, i think. more of the challenge.

coming back,

don't you think of this?

They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
These days my life, I feel it has no purpose
But late at night the feelings swim to the surface

Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

youtube is the best thing ever invented. hyperbolic, of course.

prepare for sublime guitar-jangling and a different kind of trip.


The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends


The Drums - Down By The Water


Bat For Lashes - Prescilla
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