January 2011
“There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at the time because we could not see the future. If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless.”
—Looking For Alaska (via illuminatedchaos)
Listen
Dreams - Fleetwood Mac
Thunder only happens when it’s raining
Players only love you when they’re playing
They say, women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean you’ll know
one of my favorite bands EVER
I Must Be Dreaming (Acoustic)
The Maine
The Maine - I Must Be Dreaming (Acoustic)
this acoustic version is one of my favorites. i’ve been listening to these boys for years now and i will forever love them. i’ve seen them too many times to count and will be seeing them again when they start up their new US tour. so many people sort of give them shit and toss them off, but me and my friends have had way too many memories around this band. them and Brand New pretty much sum up all of the memories i have of me and my friends.
The Blower's Daughter
Damien Rice
the blowers daughter - damien rice
1.27.11
classes were canceled today so i pretty much layed in my comfy bed and listened to music all day. now im drinking tea and eating ramon noodles. yumyum.
on another note hopefully i’ll be visting my brother in Florida soon because i need a break from New England and my Italian self hates being pale. when i’m pale like this, i look like a long lost relative of the Adams family…. i need some sun and warm weather. at least for a little bit!
I need new music!
suggestions???
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.” The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces missing. The people stared. How can he say his heart is more beautiful?? they thought. The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”
“Yes,” said the old man, “Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his.
“If I could I would shrink myself and sink through your skin to your blood cells and remove whatever makes you hurt but I am too weak to be your cure. Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry? I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind. Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like these, so I sat alone and waited out the night. The best part of what has happened was the part I must have missed. So I’m asking you to shine it on and stick around. I’m not writing my goodbyes. I’m not letting you check out. You will beat this starting now and you will always be around. I’m there to monitor your breathing I will watch you while you’re sleeping. I will keep you safe and sound. Does anybody remember back when you were very young. Did you ever think that you would be this blessed?”
—(via withlovefromaheavyheart)
1.25.10
almost done with my first day of the new semester. overall it hasn’t been that bad. i thought i was never going to make it though because there was so much traffic in my town this morning. why i have no idea, but it was bumper to bumper from Scituate all the way to Johnston so i had to turn around and go through Smithfeild and it was still wicked bad. the snow is pissing me off this year. usually i love it, but this year i hate it. anyway i was wicked late for my first class but my teacher was wicked nice and didn’t mind and my friend ended up switching into my Fantasy class so now i know someone in that class and i have someone to hangout with on my two hour break. overall it’s not bad and i only have class on Tuesday and Thursday so i can’t even complain. i have one more class and then i get to go home :)
“Next time, ask: What’s the worst that will happen? Then push yourself a little further than you dare. Once you start to speak, people will yell at you. They will interrupt you, put you down and suggest it’s personal. And the world won’t end. And the speaking will get easier and easier. And you will find you have fallen in love with your own vision, which you may never have realized you had. And you will lose some friends and lovers, and realize you don’t miss them. And new ones will find you and cherish you. And you will still flirt and paint your nails, dress up and party, because, as I think Emma Goldman said, “If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.” And at last you’ll know with surpassing certainty that only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth. And that is not speaking.”
—Naomi Wolf (via sonsryan)
“I put my faith in you, so much faith, and then you just threw it away.”
—Paramore (via quote-book)
