When my soul starts growing
I get so hungry
And
I wish it never never would
Stop growing
When my soul starts growing
I can’t feel so full
And
I wish it never never would
Stop growing
When my soul starts knowing
I am as I’d want to be
And
I know I never never will
Stop caring
None of this is a matter of principle or asceticism; it’s just pure selfishness. Nothing makes me feel better — calmer, clearer and happier — than being in one place, absorbed in a book, a conversation, a piece of music. It’s actually something deeper than mere happiness: it’s joy, which the monk David Steindl-Rast describes as “that kind of happiness that doesn’t depend on what happens.”
I’ve been considering this article for a while now, and will continue to consider it.
ROBERT PLANT & ALISON KRAUSS — Stick With Me Baby (Raising Sand, 2007)
Still one of my favorite songs…
Deep thoughts on love turned into Valentines, by @horse_ebooks
Believe that my friends will be getting @horse_ebooks valentines this year…
(via interweber)
YEASAYER — I Remember (Odd Blood, 2010)
The only song worth listening to off this album these days.
I’d like to paint it. Not sure what color, maybe a nice earthy / forest green or a dark blue. I’m mostly just tired of the sterile white. However, my room is really large and would have to be repainted whenever I move out, so painting it would be a costly and time-consuming project.
I also am planning on tearing down all of the stuff I have on my walls and putting up new things (and maybe some of the old ones, but I’d like to frame some of the stuff). I don’t like how I hung most of them. I might also try and get some sort of tapestries to hang up until I can get the $$$ / time to paint.
I’d also like to add some shelving at some point, for books or records. Speaking of records, I need to find a nice little table to put my record player and speakers on so that it is no longer on the floor. I’d also like to find a new bed side table.
I think I mostly want to do all of this because I’m kind of unsatisfied by the rest of the house is decorated / the lack of inclusion by my other two roommates, so I’m just going to make my room look really nice and cool and pretend it’s a studio apartment and never leave it!
But mostly just dreaming of taking over my friend’s one bedroom apartment downtown — hardwood floors, one bedroom, perfect location… Ugh.
is that it can’t possibly be her singing the chorus of ‘Off To The Races’ — it must be some 12 year old. Or when she says ‘Sorry bout it!’ And when she says ‘vit-a-min.’ And her sort of rapping style of singing on some of the songs.
I seriously don’t care about her lips or her authenticity or any of that.
Stop saying ‘slays your faves’ or ‘slay’ or ‘slayed’ or ‘slain’ or ‘faves’ or ‘flawless’ (re: pop stars)
Thanks,
The Mgmt.
