April 2011
cloud instead of human.
i believe in an everyday sort of magic - the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people and things; the eerie appropriateness of moments of syncronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone.
the very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for
never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple.
and now it’s morning, we are the sleepyheads.
be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind. be night, be dark, be wish, be mind. now slip, now slide, now move unseen. above, beneath, betwixt, between.
all the knowledge i possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.
the worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
i don’t want to be famous.
radiohead - the tourist
no matter where you end up, or who you end up with, it always ends up the way it should be.
there’s nothing scarier than getting what you want because that’s when you really have something to lose.
these days and nights are forever stars in a neverending sky.
broken social scene - swimmers
i know you have feelings left somewhere. but they’re all so hard to reach.
what i’m trying to work out is knowing when to stop.
love is friendship set on fire.
