bien que mon amour est fou, ma raison calm la doleur dans mon coeur.
il ma dit, d'etre patient et garder l'espoir.

Monday, 5 July 2010

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.

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