Once, when he couldn’t even name the source of his anguish, he ran as fast as he could, and that helped, but not enough. Then he ran smarter, and farther, and that helped, too, but still it wasn’t enough. Now he thinks he knows the secret. Now he thinks he understands the key to happiness. It doesn’t involve speed.
Steve Friedman about Bart Yasso
Now I’ve been running all my life
I ran away, I ran away from good
Yeah, I’ve been waiting all my life
You’re not a day, you’re not a day too soon
Sia, Day Too Soon
Take French lessons, go swimming a lot, buy Langston Hughes books, get high, hire a girl once a week to take care of your clothes (sew, clean, organize closets), find a psychiatrist, a Spanish babysitter, take dancing, find shoemaker, write Hazel Scott, find yellow pills, buy books a friend told me about, stop abusing Andrew.
Nina Simone, from a list made to herself (written on Air France letterhead), 1965
[taken from the July/August issue of The Believer]
(via sarahb)
Talent is God-given; be humble. Fame is man-given; be grateful. Conceit is self-given; be careful. - John Wooden
Confess, your kiss still knocks me off my legs.
The first time I saw you was like a punch right through my chest.
And I will forever, ‘cause you’ll forever be,
My one true broken heart, pieces inside of me and you forever,
My baby.
DMB, Baby Blue
It wasn’t that she wanted the coffee, no. That wasn’t it. Rather, she wanted to be the coffee: she envied the dark drink its chance to taste those lips.
Sylvia Brownrigg
I wanted to stay
I wanted to play
I wanted to love you
I’m only this far
And only tomorrow
Leads the way
Dave Matthews Band, #41
