Being looked at by eyes that can see and melting into each other.

Tune of the day, to follow the theme of the previous post:

I’ll be your man, I’ll understand
And do my best to take good care of you
You’ll be my queen, I’ll be your king
And I’ll be your lover too
Derry down green Color of my dream
A dream that’s daily coming true
I tell you
When day is through, I will come to you
And tell you of your many charms
And you’ll look at me, with eyes that see
And melt into each others arms
And so I come to be the one
who’s always standing next to you
Reach out for me, So I can be the one
who’s always reaching out for you

Van Morrison – I’ll Be Your Lover Too

Be safe

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I know that there’s no place to hide, stuck between the burning shade and the fading light.

I was tied, but now unbound
My head is off the ground
For a long time I was so weary
Tired of the sound, I’ve heard before,
The gnawing of the night time at the door,
Haunted by the things I’ve made
Stuck between the burning light and the dust shade.
I said now I used to think the past was dead and gone,
But I was wrong, so wrong, whatever makes you blind
Must make you strong, make you strong,
In my time I’ve melted into many forms
From the day that I was born, I know that there’s no place to hide
Stuck between the burning shade and the fading light,
I was broken, For a long time, but It’s over now.

Yes and you, and you,
well you walk these lonely streets that people send, People send.
There are some wounds that just can’t mend, I do pretend, pretend,
I am free from all the things that take my friends
But I will stand here till the end, I know that I can take the moon,
In between the burning shade and the fading light
I was broken, for a long time, but It’s over now
I was broken, for a long time, but It’s over now.

I Was Broken, written by Marcus Foster.

Stunning.

Love is a mix tape: Life and loss, one song at a time.

Hello peeps,

I just wanted to tell you about a little gem I randomly found while wandering in the library. I was scanning the shelves and saw a title that sounded interesting, the book was called Love is a Mix Tape: Life and Loss, One Song at a Time. The name of the author was Rob Sheffield, who I (for some reason) knew was a journalist for Rolling Stone Magazine. I picked up the book and decided to give it a chance, since it had two of the things I live for: Love and Music. Well anyways, I read it…and I freaking loved it. He writes with a genuine feel of nostalgia and you really do feel like you were there with him, like you really were a music-enthusiast living your youth in the 90s who didn’t think very highly of yourself and just got your world turned upside down by a girl. One thing that made me fall in love with it is that every chapter is based on a mix tape he, or someone else in his life, wrote. Imagine all the stories he is able to tell, based on the memories attached to the songs. You see, the book is a memoire, so you know everything in it was really lived and felt by someone.  When I read some of the things about the girl he loved, I actually cried. Maybe it was the simplicity of the way he described it, or the fact that I knew that it was real, or maybe I’m just an over-sensitive fool, I don’t know. I just got it. Because when Rob lovingly describes Renee, I fall in love with her to. I fall in love with the way he puts her on a pedestal, her entire being coloured by his love for her. This combined with the obvious flashback made me fall in love with this book. And I will buy it, cause I’d be stupid not to. So, summa summarum, you should read it…really. Read it, and you’ll be touched too.

Tune of the day, by a band Rob saw for the first time with his Renee. They were amazed and, let me tell you, I am too.

Pavement – Spit On A Stranger

Peace, love and fucking music… the meaning of life.

I’m broken…

 

When you try your best, but you don’t succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can’t sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can’t replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

The day these words are said to me is the day I’ll be found. I’m still waiting for someone to fix me…

What is a man’s life but a prelude to his death? And what is death but a long sleep, a most welcome forgetfulness.

Word of the day: Opheliac

According to the urban dictionary, an opheliac is someone who exhibits patterns of self-destruction. I’ve also read that an opheliac enjoys causing others, not to mention him or herself, pain. It’s not so much that the person lacks sympathy, it’s just that he/she would themself like get off on the pain or something and therefor, they find the fact that the people they are hurting don’t like it amusing. This is apparently a real condition that is connected with schizophrenia and bipolar disorder.

When I first read about this condition, I was fucking stunned. Cause that’s some really fucked up shit, and kinda interesting at the same time. Like it’s a chemical thing right? So that means something is wrong in the brain, what could possible be wrong (and why) that would make the person think on a completely different level than us “normal” people? I imagine it’s like not having a conscious, they don’t have anything in them saying something’s wrong, probably because they enjoy the pain when they feel it themselves so much. I reckon this kind of disease is extremely hard to cure, since it is in the brain. Yah, so I chose to write (and read) about this because it truly fascinates me. There is always more to learn about the human psyche, it’s like a mystery that will probably never be solved. I’m still going to try though…

Tune of the day:

Elbow – Red

You’re a tragedy starting to happen…

Be safe

Being out walking, so strung out. High as a kite and stopping to check someone out.

Hello again,

I met with my friend the other day, I hadn’t seen her for a while so it was nice to catch up. We strolled around the lovely little streets and talked about anything and everything…no really, fucking everything. Eventually, as it was bound to happen, the topic of discussion became boys. She has this boy in her school, I have only seen one picture of him but he seems…lovely? Yes, lovely would be the accurate description. Or actually, the accurate description would be MOTHERFUCKING SWOONWORTHY. But, same same. She told me about him and I just got a little fucking crush right there, on a boy I’ve never even seen irl! Yes, I do realize I’m quite sad. Thank you for pointing it out. Anyways, I then and there decided that I WILL see him. And I’m prepared to go through extreme measures to make it happen (get your minds out of the gutter, you sick fucks. And yes, I would do the things you’re thinking of). She was amused and kindly pointed out my stalker-tendencies and I was like: Pssh, tell me something I don’t already know. After that I told her about this boy in my school, that I totally have a big time crush on. What, crush easily? Me? No way. We talked and went guy-spotting, we saw one boy who was…no words. No words for that boy. So all in all, it was a (relatively) successful spotting-session. Now that I think back, the whole afternoon was pretty much spent with me swooning over boys and her laughing at me. I had a great time, and I look forward to seeing what kind of shenanigans we’ll get into this summer. Ofc, I’ll keep my (nonexistent) readers updated.

Tune of the day I, this one’s for her love of Slash and the sweet badassness of the boys I mentioned:

Luna – Sweet Child O’ Mine (Guns N’ Roses Cover)

Tune of the day II, this one’s for the fucking joyride that will be the summer of 2010:

Violent Femmes – Blister In The Sun

(And yes, I do know what the song’s about. Your point?)

Peace, love and rock n’ roll mofos