Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?
Skinny Love, Bon Iver
Monday, January 26, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sketchbook
Hm.

Do you ever wonder if people are who they say they are? I mean we all like to think of ourselves as certain types of people and we all protray ourselves differently to the world based on how we want to be seen. But do you ever think that we all might be pretending? It's kind of bizarre. You might think you really know somebody but in reality you only know what they are letting you see of them. So why do we hide behind these masks? Is it to protect ourselves from what's out there.. or are we just afraid....
Sunday, January 11, 2009
and im lonesome when you're around.
A nice heart and a white suit and a baby blue sedan.
And I am doing the best that I can.
All the eunuchs, they were standing in rows
singing, "Please stud us out just as fast as you possibly can."
Sad song, last dance and no one knows who the band was
And Henry, you danced like a wooden Indian
Except this one mattered and I felt it had a spirit
And I shot the story because I didn't hear it that way
And it's hard to be a human being
And it's harder as anything else
And I'm lonesome when you're around
And I'm never lonesome when I'm by myself
And I miss you when you're around.
I have had this song stuck in my head all weekend, it is one of my all time favorites. The lyrics are absolutely wonderful.
(Baby Blue Sedan, Modest Mouse.)
Monday, January 5, 2009
This is a little late.. but
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