(Graceful Musings)

(The Clothes Horse)

Neutral Milk Hotel is playing two shows in Athens, GA in October. After spending May-August in Athens, I will have moved back to Brooklyn.

This just feels cruel.

(Tommy Ton)

(Makato Fujimura)

(leah-bird)

Boo, Forever

Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a 
     top,
I'm haunted by all
the space that I 
will live without
     you.

Richard Brautigan

(Rookie)

(Miss Moss)

(Here and Now)

I cannot answer you tonight in small portions.
Torn apart by stormy love's gate, I float
like a phantom facedown in a well where
the cold dark water reflects vague half-built
                        stars
and trades all our affection, touching, sleeping
together for tribunal distance standing like
a drowned train just beyond a pile of Eskimo
                      skeletons. 

Richard Brautigan.

(mrlkanderson)

(Rookie)

(Miss Moss)

(Miss Moss)

I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality… I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word.

Martin Luther King Jr.

(Miss Moss)

hah, i love him.

(Here and Now)

(leah-bird)

I'm out of my mind to be in love with you
the way that I'm in love with you.

(Rookie)

Friendly Advice.

What you need
is just to want less.

Obviously, you can't need less.
But if you can stop wanting what you need,

that's a start.

Love will make you feel small.
(Smaller than usual).

Waking up alone isn't so bad.

I know it's unsettling to lose your ability
to look down on everyone else,

but that's what kindness is.

Whoever told you that adulthood meant
paying your bills, buying your own groceries, or feeding the fucking cat,

was wrong.

Adulthood is delaying gratification indefinitely,
and doing what is right in defiance of what is interesting.

So if you've been opening and shutting the car door
on your thumb in a dream every night: just stop.

If you've been befriending stringy-haired squatters,
in the hopes that they'll agree to crawl across the Brooklyn Bridge with you: just stop.

Cut your own hair,
that way you can call yourself both Samson and Delilah.

Be helpful,
and use your slender fingers to plug the ears of strangers.

Hold their hands,
but don't ever ask their names.

(Jewel of the South)

(David Iwane)

(Miss Moss)

(Modern Hepburn)

(Miss Moss)

(Miss Moss)

grieving the loss of Margaret Thatcher.

 my House namesake, and a woman who has inspired me since childhood. 

(Sally Mann)

In our red wine nest -
I cling to your chest,
and forget to ask about your middle name.

(leah bird)

(Modern Hepburn)

(source unknown)

(the virgin suicides)

(Rookie)

No Fidelity.

Fall asleep standing up,
after a long winter
of oatmeal and television.

Good ol' fashioned
Americans-
a bit too friendly,

piling shotguns on my
easiest head.

Ours is a blood oath,
with little in sight.

(At least we'll know what's owed).

Forget about appropriate.
Ask instead:
secondary?
irrelevant?
illusory?

Drive me downtown,
in a green mini cooper.

Abandon the map,
all tangles and no intent.

We don't need parameters,
just our own wounded wanderings.

Introduce me to strangers on bar stools
saying, "She's going to be very famous someday."

And I won't dare ask,
"For what?"

(Modern Hepburn)

(Modern Hepburn)

(Rookie)

(Here and Now)

I feel the need to sing this every time I'm sick in bed.
Like today.