I’m dreaming of quaint escapades

Sarah Blasko is gorgeous and nutty with the best dance moves in the world.

Apologize by OneRepublic

This is a really well-made video, yumyumyum. (I mean, fountain pens, and brown paper? They hit all the right spots with me). I just found OneRepublic and so far, I think their music is brills!

something about being

disconcerted
disengaged
discontented
displaced
disconnected
distant

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This is my personal disaffection.

I want to wake up kicking and screaming
I want to live like I know what I’m leaving
I want a heart that I know is beating,
It’s beating,
I’m bleeding

And now you’re wondering -
Was peace just a temporary state?

It’s not that we’re scared… it’s just that it’s delicate.

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you’ve borrowed
From the only place you’ve known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

- Damien Rice

Does it have to start with a broken heart? Life begins at the intersection.

In this world of news, I’ve found nothing new
I’ve found nothing pure
Maybe I’m just idealistic to assume that truth
Could be fact and form
That love could be a verb
Maybe I’m just a little misinformed

As the dead moon rises, and the freeways sigh
Let the trains watch over the tides and the mist
Spinning circles in our skies tonight
Let the trucks roll in from Los Angeles
Maybe our stars are unanimously tired

Let your love be strong, and I don’t care what goes down
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud
Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your eyes
All of my world hanging on your love

Let the wars begin, let my strength wear thin
Let my fingers crack, let my world fall apart
Train the monkeys on my back to fight
Let it start tonight
When my world explodes, when my stars touch the ground
Falling down like broken satellites

All of my world resting on your love

- Switchfoot -

What would you say if I wanted to drink my sorrows away tonight

I don’t care that flowers grow for you,
And me, and me
You don’t know what love is till you see,
Her standing there
A web of skin and nails and hair
A web of skin and nails and hair
And bones and bones,
And thorns
Rushing in, out her hair
You think you are alive, but you are dead
You keep, on driving in your car asleep
I’m driving in your car
I dont know why flowers grow in winter time
The sky turns gray the sun don’t shine
And people rush to be on time
For warmth they wrap themselves in woollen cloaks
And hats and scarves
Like larva in their incubators
And drive and drive
And drive and drive and drive
Until they get away

- Regina Spektor , Lounge

I want to cry and hug and scream and shake and stomp and collapse and squish these days away.

I want to run away from everything I know, everything I ever knew: my fears, my dreams, my hopes, my promises, my wants, my needs, my desires, my passions, my faults, my flaws, my iniquities, my joys, my sorrows, my attitutes, my values, my beliefs, my mindsets, my strengths, my weaknesses, my principles…

I feel irrational and on the brink of doing something irrational.

I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. Bittersweet, bittersweet. I’m slowly growing fond of Southern Cross Station.

Too many shadows, too little light. I can’t live in grey areas because I only want to see black & white.

Caught between madness and gladness of flight.

Please. Don’t bother.

Extract: Auferlegt

And all that we built,
and all that we breathed,
and all that we spilt,
or pulled up like weeds
is piled up in back;
it burns irrevocably.

- taken from FoxesSpoilage