thingsthatkillme part 1

July 24, 2010 | Filed Under Music, thingsthatkillme | Leave a Comment 

the part at around 2:25 when he drops out of the falsetto

yeah I know…



letters from the past

July 18, 2010 | Filed Under Random | Leave a Comment 

literally

so I got an email a couple of hours ago that I wrote to myself exactly a year ago. That was weird and strangely emotional.
So much is different now, and so much really isn’t.

This is how it ended:

I hope you stuck to your principals, and I hope you still believe in love. I still do.



number 5

May 25, 2010 | Filed Under Photography, Random | Leave a Comment 

your life is wasted if you die without having died at least once before



this very moment

May 21, 2010 | Filed Under Random | Leave a Comment 

is the moment where you realize you’re holding your breath only because the song you’re listening to is so good you’re scared shitless of ruining it



!

May 17, 2010 | Filed Under Random | Leave a Comment 

SUPPOSE IT’S JUST A POINT OF VIEW



never

May 10, 2010 | Filed Under Random | Leave a Comment 

never

never could I have imagined it could take so much energy to stay alive mentally



12:11am

May 8, 2010 | Filed Under Random | Leave a Comment 

they tell me you are wicked and I believe them



I heart minor thirds

May 6, 2010 | Filed Under Random | Leave a Comment 

There is no interval in Western music I love more
I could listen to minor thirds for the rest of my life, and probably never tire of them
I don’t know what that says about me
I’m not sure I really want to know

If I was made entirely of minor thirds; that would mean I was diminished…



May 4, 2010

May 4, 2010 | Filed Under Random | Leave a Comment 

“I’m not scared of falling”, he told himself. “The part I’m scared of is where you finish falling”
But he knew he was lying.
It was the fall he was scared of

Neil Gaiman – Neverwhere



it’s fifty minutes past midnight

May 4, 2010 | Filed Under Random | Leave a Comment 

I just had a flashback
a horrible, horrible flashback
I now completely understand how the poor dogs in Pavlov’s care felt
fucking psychological wiring