December 2009
29 posts
S.F.
“it seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of san francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness of the late afternoon of time.” - on the road
i spent my day in...
old snowy winter
i felt the winter cold inside of me today. i think it made my blood sappy because i felt my heart starting to slow. felt like there was nothing that i could do to get warm again. this must mean one of two things..or maybe both, though i’m not sure both is actually possible: i’m either sick, or i’m a vampire. i think i’m just sick. old snowy winter has finally caught up with...
billy collins
i just picked up his works and started reading. no one writes like how i want to read anymore.
‘but tomorrow, dawn will come the way i picture her, barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor. she will look in at me with her thin arms extended, offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.’
- sister winter. -merry christmas!-
the world has lost the power to blush over its vice; the Church has lost her power to weep over it. - ravenhill
praying today that the Lord breaks my heart for what breaks His.
i'm traveling to a city by the sea today...
alone. i need a purse dog.
poe was a genius and peter pan is a lovely book.
How for long hours have I pondered upon it. How have I, through the whole of a midsummer night, struggled to fathom it. What was it —that something more profound than the well of Democritus —which lay far within the eyes of my beloved? What was it? I was possessed with a passion to discover…they became to me the twin stars of Leda, and I to them devoutest of astrologers. -...
my heart
is pounding at a thousand beats per minute, i’m nervous, and i’ve got a stomach full of butterflies.
whitley - more than life
i was thinking today while i was being stood up for breakfast (yes) that if i had a sweet old boat that could no longer float because it had a hole in it, i would have someone pull it with me and my lady aboard along hwy 1. what a view! we would just lounge with our glass of wine and some cheese. i wouldn’t even have to steer. brilliant.
don’t read this while in the shower. may result in a painful electric death. actually it will for sure.
Watchmumford & sons. i am absolutely obsessed with this band. just brilliant. they use some choice french lyricism on occasion (if you get my drift) but by golly they are amazing!
from charles dickens. from a tale of two cities....
The supposed Evremonde descends, and the seamstress is lifted out next after him. He has not relinquished her hand in getting out, but still holds it as he promised. He gently places her with her back to the crashing engine that constantly whirrs up and falls, and she looks into his face and thanks him.
“But for you, dear stranger, I should not be so composed, for i am naturally a poor...
Watchmy brother let me borrow this film over the weekend. i couldn’t quite decide what i thought about it. it was strangely surreal, almost peaceful and yet…not at all. regardless, it was beautifully directed and scored. i approve : )
Watchif you didn’t know…melodicas, ryan gosling, and goth folk are cool.