there's a lack of color here.

please don't worry, lover. its really bursting at the seams.

this is fact not fiction

for the first time in years.

its a time-out kind of season.

big things happening.

much to listen to.

things to make.

things to do.

starting.

now.

this was a weird morning to wake up to.

picnic with friends in 4 hours.

i need to buy wine.

oh nina! oh feist!

driving to this today. no where in particular, either.

Video: Micachu & the Shapes,

Video: Micachu & the Shapes, "Golden Phone"

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i have absolutely no understanding of what this song entails but it constantly finds me in places and moods when i dont expect it. in fact, i have no recollection of how i first stumbled upon the gem that it is (much like most of my music, i constantly cycle--thats a different story, however). regardless, i am hands in the air in love with the feel of this song and what it does to me on the insides. above all, its it french! she could very well be singing about a tortured heart but i wouldnt know it and nor do i want to. what i do know is that with the language barrier and my strong desire to not know what she's saying, ive created a song of my own. and i love it.

for the second time posting the video and the 100th time listening: create your song.

i know i will.

Coeur de Pirate || Comme des enfants from Dare To Care Records on Vimeo.

"I believe that freedom and justice cannot be parceled out in pieces to suit political convenience. My husband, Martin Luther King, Jr. said, “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” On another occasion he said, “I have worked too long and hard against segregated public accommodations to end up segregating my moral concern. Justice is indivisible.” Like Martin, I don’t believe you can stand for freedom for one group of people and deny it to others. "

-Coretta Scott King

blogger,

what is up with you sucking and not showing the other half of youtube videos? i dont understand. explain, please?

thanks.

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in the mean time and in between time:

Jack Peñate - Tonight's Today

if you've got no kind words to say, you should say nothing more at all.

this time, baby, i'll be bulletproof.

“Where is home? I’ve wondered where home is, and I realized, it’s not Mars or someplace like that, it’s Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there’s no way I can get there again.”

- Kurt Vonnegut

listening to 'motorcycle drive by' as loud as i can get it and thinking myself to sleep.

most terrible headache of my life today. there is plenty of water in my body so i do not understand. mac n' cheese shells for dinner. milk.

staying in tonight.

brainstorming new bike colors.

3.4 for the semester.

my heart hurts.