an age is dawning with our smiles and laughter
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Bag Lady - Erykah Badu
Björk tickets!
BJÖRK!!! →
New Yorkers take note.
Ringing in the new year with some Bat for Lashes.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go buy a broom. And a bagel sandwich.
And so now you know.
“Original Don” - Major Lazer
Crossing my fingers
Just submitted my name to a lottery for free tickets to performances of Rodelinda, Tosca, and Satyagraha at the Metropolitan Opera.
Oh this rain, it will continue
Through the morning as I’m listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice…
And of the midnight picnic once upon a time
Before the rain began…
And I finish up my coffee
And it’s time to catch the train
DJed for the RockU Halloween party.
Killed. It.
“Wolf & I” - Oh Land
I can’t even with this song right now.
My name is Pearl
And I’ll love you
The best way I know how
“Siren Song” - Bat for Lashes
I love this entire song. But those particular lyrics resonate with me…quite…particularly.
I feel a lot, y’all, but let’s get real; I’m not one who is prone to demonstrative displays of emotion. I’m not particularly affectionate. I don’t often talk about how I feel unless prompted (I’m an open person, just not a forward person). And I can be downright difficult to read if you haven’t known me for a while…or just aren’t that good at reading people.
I’m okay with this. I like myself. And lots of people like me despite the fact that it doesn’t always outwardly seem that I reciprocate.
But damn. I’m sometimes surprised that people do feel close to me. I’m a robot. Quite often. I try, but I think that some of the ways a lot of other people express feelings of closeness just don’t work for me. I have my ways…but they don’t always come across.
I say all of this because I’ve been reflecting on my last few weeks in Chicago and my first few days in New York. I have to say, I’m absolutely in awe of how wonderful my Chicagoans made my send off. And I’m equally in awe of the wonderful reception I’ve had here in New York.
I don’t tell my friends that I love them nearly enough. But I really do.
Very much.
The best way I know how.
And do I love you, my, oh my…
This song.
Today. All day.
(Lyrics are not exactly appropriate for my situation, but fuck all y’all. ONE MORE DAY!)
I’m going to push this more. Pu-pu-push it reall good.
All the cool kids will be wearing hankies (assuming I can even find mine since moving).
I don’t know why, but adding this link seemed apropos.
Tell me I’m wrong. Go ‘head. Tell me I’m wrong.
