Atlas Sound at 930 Club
Last night Bradford Cox pulled me up and behind stage and the world came together when we made a promise. He even bit on it for me. Something sweet: on my Alphabets/Deerhunter split he wrote a Patti Smith quote and let me know that Justin was cremated too. I’ll be enflamed always. We’ve got the sorest throats. Thank you, Alex. Carnivores rule, despite the fact that I’m not one.
"love is, that you are the knife
which i plunge into myself."
franz kafka (via encrage)
(Source: sleepingtigers)
"But where in the language
should I look for you, when the language
is unworthy of what you are?"
Aleš Debeljak, from “Unanswered Plea,” trans. Andrew Zawacki (via wood s lot)
(Source: proustitute)
I mean, I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or, who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you… to make each day count.
The wind is warm; It shows us the way. The moon is full, the sky is gray. A train light.. I see it far, far away. We travel tomorrow, we rest today. It’s late, but not too late.. all those images of battle from our younger days. Let them go, let them go.. The night is clear, my head is too. I put my bottle aside for you. The clarity.. the clarity is something new. We learn from our travels, austere and skewed. It’s late, but not too late.. all those images of battle from our younger days. Let them go, let them go! Suit up.
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
Neil Gaiman (via loveyourchaos)
(Source: likestitches)
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