This entire album. Thisman.
this is the part where i rally
because even a month ago, i would’ve been over the moon to know that a horse awaited my arrival out at the barn. it doesn’t matter how difficult, headstrong, disrespectful, and prone to bolting that horse might be. she’s there, and i should be, too.
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry...– Rumi (via Swanfeather Songs)
this smile on my face cannot be touched.
every muscle is heavy and sore and strangely content. i’m sinking in the soft expanse of my bed’s comforter, still smelling of horse, made buoyant by tired bliss, drinking in the euphony of my music history listening assignment. i am at rest in every sense of the word.
When you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.– Nietzsche (via lucifelle)
… Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer;...– W.B. Yeats. The Second Coming. (via seeyoulateraggregator)
Thirteen hibernational hours later
and i’m ready to sink my teeth into today’s itinerary, listed here for your viewing pleasure: 1.) ride in the covered arena, because northern California has at long last caught on to the calendar’s date and it’s about 85 in the shade. 2.) give Princess a bath, because she deserves the pampering and i don’t know when she last got one. she’s not the...
n. the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to waves of rain pattering against the roof like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words are unintelligible but whose crackling release of built-up tension you understand perfectly.
This world we live in is but thickened light.– Emerson (via lucifelle)
almost home from an all-day choral concert
just in time to attend another one. bitches better appreciate my presence at the alma mater, because the patience and congeniality my two hours of sleep afforded me are waning…
i have to be up at an hour tomorrow that is...
meeting my soprano friends at school at 5:30 AM (criiiinge) so that we may arrive on time for an all-day community college choral festival an hour north of Sacramento (three and a half hours north of us, roughly). the things i do for music*. i’m so apprehensive of how horrible it’s going to feel, waking up that early, that i’m sure i won’t sleep easily or soundly. i almost...
Zuckerberg, we’re told, lives in perpetual anxiety, preoccupied by the fear of...– VentureBeat on Mark Zuckerberg’s paranoia. (via newsweek) Who weeps for the multi-billionaire? (via inothernews) Dear Haitian Penpal…
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seriouslyflippant: commodorevanderbilt: Six months ago, Liz Crowter discovered that her daughter had become the subject of a particularly nasty Internet meme — and, given the Internet, that’s saying something. Unfit. Unfair. Cease and desist. REALLY, humanity?! Really? For shame.
GIZMODO: "Remember SOPA and PIPA, the terrible... →
As a society, we encourage girls and women to be emotionally accessible, and in...– Tori Amos (via seriouslyflippant This being said, with the full force of truth behind it, I have *been* a melodramatic harpie, a shrieking banshee, and a basket case, and I’m sure I will be again. It’s when you dismiss THESE emotions by slapping the “feminine” label on...
The Atlantic: Is Facebook [Tumblr, Twitter, insert... →
seriouslyflippant: This article is the most sensitive and comprehensive that I’ve read to date. “We have outsourced the work of everyday caring.” Read it.
My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding...– Rumi (via lucifelle)
jacobvanloon: There came a time, however, when death ceased to be the enforcer of finitude and began to look, instead, like the last opportunity for radical transformation, the only plausible portal to the infinite. But to be seen as the finite carcass in a sea of blood and bone chips and gray matter—to inflict that version of himself on other people—was a violation of privacy so profound it...
my thighs are crying
but the rest of me has not known such pure joy in weeks. i get so tangled up in my own head that i often couldn’t tell you how it feels to relax and simply exist and enjoy. the barn is my cabin in the woods, my masseuse, my IV drip of straight elation. now, the only tension i’m aware of is in my legs, which are slowly realizing they’ve been worked in ways they almost forgot were...
cordisre: A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown. - W. B. Yeats
We are all imprisoned by the dictionary. We choose out of that vast,...– Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan (via mythologyofblue) I’m reading this, slowly, because of life and other distractions, so I had to reblog. And it’s very apt.
drained and anxious.
and keenly aware of all the Lonely keeping vigil with me.