Thank god it’s Frida

Thank god it’s Frida

Lullaby - W.H. Auden

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.

Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's carnal ecstasy.

Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell,
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.

Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of welcome show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find the mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness find you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human love.

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When he points out I’m being high maintenance

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I’m like…image

And then I give him a list of reasons why I’m not, annotated and in chronological — not alphabetical! — order.

Happier Days

Be my winding wheel.

Forgiveness - Patty Griffin

"Forgiveness"

We are swimming with the snakes
At the bottom of the well
So silent and peaceful in the darkness where we fell
But we are not snakes and what’s more
We never will be
And if we stay swimming here forever we will
Never be free

I heard them ringing the bells
In heaven and hell
They got a secret
They’re getting ready to tell
It’s falling from the sky
Calling from the graves
Open your eyes, boy, I think we are saved
Open your eyes, boy, I think we are saved
Let’s take a walk on the bridge
Right over this mess
Don’t need to tell me a thing, baby
We’ve already confessed
And I raised my voice to the air
And we were blessed
Everybody needs a little forgiveness
Everybody needs a little forgiveness

We are calling for him tonight on this
Thin phone line
As usual we’re having ourselves one
hell of a time
And the planes keep flying right over our heads
No matter how loud we shout
"Hey, hey, hey !"
And we keep waving and waving
Our arms in the air
But we’re all tired out

I heard somebody say
Today’s the day
A big old hurricaine
Is blowing our way
Knocking over the buildings
Killing all the light
Open your eyes, boy, we made it through the night
Open your eyes, boy, we made it through the night
Let’s take a walk on the bridge
Right over this mess
Don’t need to tell me a thing, baby
We’ve already confessed
And I raised my voice to the air
And we were blessed
Everybody needs a little forgiveness
Everybody needs a little forgiveness
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"Our model and the model for soul being waterproof is our friend Steve."

DC gets ya, right in the solar plexus.

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"Our model and the model for soul being waterproof is our friend Steve."

DC gets ya, right in the solar plexus.

Toothpaste For Dinner comic: i need extra medium

I knew if I preached the gospel of extra medium for long enough, someone would eventually get it.

Toothpaste For Dinner comic: i need extra medium

I knew if I preached the gospel of extra medium for long enough, someone would eventually get it.

"WATERS It’s embarrassing, because I stole a lot of my lines. “What’s your damage” I stole from when I was a camp counselor and one of my little camper girls, Jamie, used to say “What’s your damage?” I just completely stole that from her. And one of my college friends used to say “F— me gently with a crowbar.” And then I realized crowbar sounded too masculine. Chainsaw was more feminine. And apparently “f— me gently” was at one time a common expression in England. This is the evolution of nasty language. That’s where my friend extrapolated “F— me gently” into “F— me gently with a crowbar.” And then I had to have him killed so I could take credit."

'Heathers': An oral history

"I believe in a great canon, but as a writer, I don’t much care. The artist’s canon must be personal."

My Heroes. Your Stamps. - Ta-Nehisi Coates - The Atlantic

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Born To Die de Lana Del Rey llegará en enero on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/24858146

I’m going to dress EXACTLY like this every time I drive my truck.

adepop:

Born To Die de Lana Del Rey llegará en enero on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/24858146

I’m going to dress EXACTLY like this every time I drive my truck.

"So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays."

N.H. Kleinbaum (via holymotherofsadbathtime)

It’s true. Language was invented to woo us. Good luck, amigos: lots of us are tough crowds.

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"I am a poor man- but I’m lucky. I married the woman I fell in love with and we have two beautiful children together. I think I’m very lucky."

Humans of Karachi

"I am a poor man- but I’m lucky. I married the woman I fell in love with and we have two beautiful children together. I think I’m very lucky."

Humans of Karachi

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