ne me quitte pas

i leave for france tomorrow. my second home.
jacques brel seems a little appropriate though, i can't help feeling writing letters won't be enough to satisfy my thirst for a certain reciprient. oh god, how i wish i could fall in love with the easy beauty in life, the cheap thrills and garish prettiness. instead i seek out the difficult, the hidden and that which is not mine to take.


ne me quitte pas. il fault oublier. tout peut s'oublier qui s'enfuit deja. oublier le temps, des malentendus, et le temps perdu a savoir comment. oublier ces heures qui tuaient parfois, a coup de pourquoi, le coeur de bonheur.
ne me quitte pas.

don't leave me. forget. everything which has already fled can be forgotten.
forget time, misunderstandings, and the times lost somehow.
forget those times which killed sometimes, by dint of reason, the heart of happiness.
don't leave me.

i've got arms

and i've got arms. let's get together and use those arms.

ohh, time's a wastin'.

I'm not as sad as Doestoevsky,

I'm not as clever as Mark Twain. I'll only buy a book for the way it looks, and then I'll put it on the shelf again. Now I could tell you what I'm thinking but it never seems to do you good. It's beyond me what a girl can see, I'm only lucid when I'm writing songs.

Life is strange. And sad. And beautiful.
And I'm not sure if I will ever understand it, or ever want to.
It's far too... wide. "It's the sky that makes you feel tried, it's a trick to make you see wide. It can all but break your heart in pieces"
I love David Bowie. And Belle & Sebastian.
Today, I was speaking to a boy who'll never read this, about Belle & Sebastian.
He was sweet and nervous and bit my lip when he kissed me, and it made me feel better about everything, about everything that has happened the past few weeks. Life goes on. There will always be another boy that likes Belle & Sebastian and David Bowie.