February 2012
19 posts
“But is it enough, that’s what tortures me, is it enough?”
– Waiting for Godot — Act 1 by Samuel Beckett
(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
i can’t really explain well the magnitude of missing Emily. I just know that I run away from it, until the overwhelms me. Right now, its overwhelming.
“We are protected from so much pain. For example: graves.
The earth’s roots and...”
– For Example, A Flower by Arkaye Kierulf (via leda-swanson)
I see you in the work I do. More lately than before. Missing you is bleeding out into everything—theatre, music, writing. It’s not a bad thing, it just hurts so much. I can’t hide from it. This pile of pages and scripts that i’ve re-envisioned, and these songs i’ve written are just incomplete pieces of my memories of you, Em. I want to gather them all up into my...
January 2012
26 posts
“I want a trouble-maker for a lover,
Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of...”
– From Rumi’s Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
I cannot believe that I am watching clips of Robin Hood songs and crying right now. I need to go to bed.
Jesus, these songs are so fucking mournful, though. I just love that goddamned rooster.
December 2011
14 posts
