A thousand years in perfect symmetry

In lieu of the later part of the previous post…

Forgotten. Devastatingly beautiful.

This was made by Hannah-dora, an amazing artist and one of my absolute favourites on Deviantart. This girl deserves all the praise she can get, so check out her gallery here —> Hannah-dora

Advertisements

I could sleep forever these days, because in my dreams I see you again

Term of the day: La petite mort

Okay, so that’s not really the focus of this post, but since it’s mentioned, I might as well write a little about it. The direct translation of La petite mort is the Little death. It’s in french, if you didn’t get that, and it’s basically an expression for the word…orgasm. To me, a girl with little…actually zero experience, orgasm screams (literally, ha ha) awkwardness. For some reason my mind automatically goes to pornography, which is even more awkward. Anyways, la petite mort sounds so much…bigger. Like something grand and dramatic. A small death sounds gut-wrenching. Which, from what I’ve heard, is the same thing that describes the…climax (God, it’s awkward to even write about it in an anonymous blog). So I think, this alternative term fits the act so much better than what is used today.

But, this wasn’t really what I wanted to write about today. I was looking through my documents and files and found one called Pretty. And in it, there was this quote, from an unnamed source:

“I was dead from love’s bliss; I lay buried in her arms; I was wakened by her kisses; I saw heaven in her eyes.”

Pretty indeed, I thought. So what did I decide to do? That’s right boys and girls, I wikied that shit. And for some reason I came to a wiki-page about something called Liebesträume. My first thought was, that’s a fucking odd word. Turns out, it means dreams of love in German, I thought it was very pretty and now have a new-found respect for the German language for having a word for that.

So, Liebesträume is a set of three solo piano works by Franz Liszt. The songs are made from poems, which I thought was lovely. Each piece is about a certain form of love. The first is about saintly, or religious, love. The second is about erotic love, and here is where my little quote comes in (as a part of the piece), and the third is about unconditional mature love. I thought this set sounded beautiful and found it pleasing that I found a pretty random quote, which lead me to more beautiful things. So, ofc, I wanted to share it with you. And yes, the cheese-factor is going through the roof, your point?

It’s beautiful, about love, albeit in a more tragic way (death, and such things), and has some piano in it. It’s no Liebesträume, but I love it anyways. This is the acoustic version, which I prefer immensely over the original one.      Tune of the Day:

Bloc Party – Signs

Two ravens in an old oak tree, one for you and one for me. And bluebells in the late december, I see signs now all the time…

Wanders in the moonlight, she’s crying to herself…

“A woman under the ice… the ghost woman, face up, in a blur, her hair a dark stream, and her dress a white, watery billow. The woman flowed… her eyes opened – blank holes which reflected the violet in the sky.”

Century, by Sarah Singleton, is one of the most beautiful novels I have ever read. It’s a wonderfully written gothic story about a girl called Mercy who lives in a mansion called Century. For some reason, every day she lives is the same, until she finds a snowdrop on her pillow. Several strange things follow and eventually Mercy finds herself wondering what happened to her mother, who apparently died (although she does not recall attending the funeral), and trying to solve a great mystery in order to break her family out of the gloomy pattern that is all she can remember.

I love not only the actual plot, but the settings. Everything seems so magical and you can easily imagine how everything would look in your head, even though it is quite a surreal sight. And now that I think of it, this story would fit excellently as a Tim Burton movie. What’s not to love, right?

Fits the subject of this post to a tee, naturally. It’s sung by the wife of Jack White, which makes them the perfect couple. She reminds me of a fairy, or maybe a siren, with her lovely voice. This is a beautiful song, with magical words. Yes, it is the Tune of the Day:

Karen Elson – The Ghost Who Walks

Farewell, for now…

Once upon a time, I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye.

We caught on to something…

I borrowed home Fearless, by Taylor Swift, the other day. I previously hadn’t given her a chance because I thought that her songs were a bit too Disney for me but when I had the chance I thought: Eh, what the heck? Might as well give it a shot. And I must say, I found a couple of gems. Sure, some of them seemed a little too…sugary, but honestly, the lyrics hit me so hard that I was able to overlook that. My favourite song was Forever &  Always, but while listening to it, I couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t reaching its full potential. So I thought I’d surf a bit on the Tube (good ol’ Tube, wink wink) and see if there were any interpretations that fitted me better, and surely, I found this:

Typically, I look down upon this type of American teen rock style (Come on, you know you do too!) but I’ve always had a soft spot for it at the same time. For instance, I’ve always loved the song Kelsey, by Metro Station (I know, Trace Cyrus, ugh) and now I’ve learned to accept it. I think a sign of the fact that I like it more than I think is that I always do that side-to-side move while listening to, or singing, a song like this. I’ve tried to stop sooo many times but it just comes naturally haha, but I’ve learned to embrace it. I do it to like every upbeat Paramore song for instance. Anyways, this song is seriously perfect like this,I love the style of the girl and the boy…totally contradicting, I know. But yeah, this is a really awesome song. And I’ve learned to not judge a genre, just go after that special gut-feeling. So I’ll just shut up and listen. Hah.

So you might as well check out their channel as well, since they’re wicked: lovecommarobot

Oh, and apparently they have a band called Love, Robot. So I’m gonna be cool and support them by pimping them out to my nonexistent readers, link to their myspace below

Love, Robot   <—– Yep, there it is.

Oh no, there ain’t no rest for the wicked. Until we close our eyes for good…

I had my first day at work today and it went surprisingly smoothly. I mean, there were a lot of new things to take in at once, but it didn’t feel totally overwhelming. This is such a relief, to know that I’m good for something, because some people under-estimate me and even though I know that it’s complete bullshit, it’s still a niggling thought in the back of my head. But now I have officially proved them, and myself, wrong, I can totally handle this shit. Independency is the shit! And it doesn’t hurt that I actually enjoy the job I’m doing as well, I feel so lucky that I was able to pull this off, and by myself as well, and don’t have to do any of the lame jobs like pull weeds, like some of the other kids. Ironically enough, I saw a boy from my old school (my age) doing exactly that while I was on my way to my awesome job, I shuddered thinking about the fact that it could be me. Oh, who am I kidding? I would never go to such extremes just to be independent. Yah, so I’ve somehow managed to eat the cake and have it at the same time. Who’da thunk?

Tune of the day, because even though it’s not crucial for me to have a source of income, others have their lives depending on it. Some lose themselves on the way. All to survive. Yah, here it is:

Cage the Elephant – Ain’t no rest for the wicked

LSATYD

Given the chance, I’m gonna be somebody. If for one dance, I’m gonna be somebody.

Dear Mr. Vernon,

we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong…but we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us…In the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal. Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.

These are the words that give closure to the greatest coming-of-age movie of all time. The Breakfast Club has everything a movie directed towards teens should have and you just don’t make them like that anymore. Thank God that movies are preserved, because I wasn’t born when this film came out (1985) and I would have missed out on something monumental if I hadn’t gotten the chance of seeing it. I find it interesting that even though the times change, the important subjects and questions of the youth never change. Yeah anyways, so I’ve seen this movie like a million times and I never tire of it. Fucking love it…greatly.

Tune of the day, in line of the themes brought up in the movie. I’m not going to choose one of the songs one might have thought, ahem ahem Don’t You Forget About Me or We Are Not Alone, because…well that would be to obvious for an irregular person, wouldn’t it? Even though those are frequently played on my blue iPod, whose name is Chuck (Yes, it’s a who and not a what), I feel that this song conveys the same message, albeit in a more modern way. Plus, KoL is one of my faves. Jared Followill…grr. Yeah no more rambling, here it is:

Kings of Leon – Be Somebody

(DO NOT confuse this song for Use Somebody, I know everyone’s heard it but this is NOT it…gah)

(Pic from Weheartit)

Peace out