I’ve been off school for a week with the dreaded swine flu. I’ve finally started to get my strength back yesterday. Today I decided to walk to the famed Fairmont Bagel. I strolled home with warm seasame bagel. It was really lovely. Just when I begin to loath this city I fall back in love again.
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This is how it works.
You’re young until you’re not.
You love until you don’t.
You try until you can’t.
You laugh until you cry.
You cry until you laugh.
And everyone must breathe,
until their dying breath.
This is how it works.
You peer inside yourself.
You take the things you like,
and try to love the things you took.
And then you take that love you made,
and stick it into some—
someone else’s heart,
pumping someone else’s blood.
Regina Spektor, On The Radio
"You can’t go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, … back home to a young man’s dreams of glory and of fame … back home to places in the country, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time-back home to the escapes of Time and Memory."
Thomas Wolfe
Sometimes, my best has to be enough.
"You run through the forest, settle before the sun.
Darling, I can barely remember you beside me.
You should come back home, back on your own now."
Ragged Wood, Fleet Foxes
"Don’t be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life."
The Mother, Bertolt Brecht
"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."
Matthew 6:34
"Enlightenment is man’s leaving his self-caused immaturity. Immaturity is the incapacity to use one’s intelligence without the guidance of another. Such immaturity is self-caused if it is not caused by lack of intelligence, but by lack of determination and courage to use one’s intelligence without being guided by another."
Immanuel Kant
If there wasn’t a minus amount of money in my bank account, I would have gone home by now.
"But oh, my love, though our bodies may be parted,
Though our skin may not touch skin.
Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow.
I will come on the breath of the wind."
The Decemberists, Yankee Bayonet
Back to an old tradition. This week’s favorite PostSecret.
"Truth is, as a base of operation, you cannot beat a fucking saloon."
Al Swearengen, Deadwood
Elizabeth I take II.
"I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate."
Elizabeth I
"Gets in his car and drives away,
Far from all the things that we are.
Puts on a smile and breaths it in and breaths it out.
He says bye-bye, bye to all of the noise.
Oh he says bye-bye bye to all of the noise.
Hey child, things are looking down,
That’s okay you don’t need to win anyways.
Don’t be afraid just eat up all the gray,
and it will fade away."
Patrick Watson, The Great Escape
