The Most Beautiful Song I've Heard at the Moment

Heavy Water/I'd Rather Be Sleeping by Grouper

What a Fuckin Nightmare

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The Eureka Hunt [PDF] “Why do good ideas come to us when they do?” Jonah Lehrer’s article about what happens in our brains during moments of insight. From a past issue of The New Yorker.

Last Flowers

I am a Very Fortunate Girl

Thank you for holding my hand and getting me out of bed, Phoebe.

Home Alone Three

Note to Self:

1. whoever comes are the right people.
2. whatever happens is the only thing that could have.
3. whenever it starts, it is the right time.
4. whenever it's over, it's over.

Is This It?

Word of the Day: Autotelic

Having a purpose in and not apart from itself.

Man's Search for Meaning

“Success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue… as the unintended side-effect of one’s personal dedication to a course greater than oneself."

Follow the Fear

Today's Favorites (Starting with Memory):

Hand Holder: Douglas Smith
Song: Two Weeks (Live on Letterman) by Grizzly Bear
Documentary: Jesus Camp
Tattooed Person: Phoebe
Artist: Chaves, Damien Hirst
Word: Betwixt
Website: www.feralchildren.com
Crush: Zach Condon
Poet: Richard Siken
Organizational Tool: Chronotebook
Music Video: Shake Shake Shake by White Denim
Last Words: "I know you have come to kill me. Shoot coward, you are only going to kill a man."

Metamorphosis Four

Parissa, I've Been Horrible:

When people get sick and need some sort of transplant, they turn to family members, those closest to them, to donate something of their own. You know that I would, without second thought, rip my body open and pluck whatever you needed, like a parent would do for their child, a sister would do for a sister. And it would work, because it always works. I would take the love I made and stick into your heart, pumping your blood.

"This is love isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even than you love her presence?"

I miss you all the time. Hell, you placed your hands on my mother's stomach when she was pregnant with me and eighteen years later I still can’t express how important it is to have you. I want to do everything and will do anything humanely possible to make this life easier, better, more simple. You name it; I’ll kill myself trying. I love you.

Who Do You Want to be When You Grow Up?

Command X Command C, Part IV

Dedicated to Ezra

Holland, 1945

"But now we ride the circus wheel with your dark brother wrapped in white he said it was good to be alive but now he rides a comet's flame that won't be coming back again the earth looks better from a star that's right above from where you are he didn't mean to make you cry with sparks that ring and bullets fly on empty rings around your heart the world just screams and falls apart."

Danielle

Some are Lakes by Land of Talk

I have such a strange attachment to this song.

Things I Want Before I Die:

These in my backyard

This on my fingerThis to come home to

Home, Pt VII

Copyright Willa Nasatir Image I

I Want a Neurological Disorder

Apparently Ida Maria has synesthesia. This means she sees colors when she hears music. It’s sometimes considered a neurological condition, but not an unpleasant or disturbing one, more in line with something like having perfect pitch.

“From a C chord to a D chord there are 15 different shades and from a D to an E there are another 15, so it’s complicated.”

Click here to see if you can HEAR movement. Ah!

To Tommy

"Have you ever seen a pterodactyl? You ever want to see a pterodactyl?
You see what you want to see."

Never Neverland

In April, an extraordinary auction will provide an unprecedented look into the private world of Michael Jackson. More than 2,000 items, ranging from personal effects and costumes to pieces from Jackson's private art collection as well as fittings and furnishings from his Neverland ranch, will be up for sale at a four-day public auction at the Beverly Hilton hotel in Los Angeles.

Miss This:

Sophia Loren

Is 73 in these photos. Honestly.

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I like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
I like your body. I like what it does,
I like its hows. I like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smoothness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, I like kissing this and that of you,
I like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh...And eyes big love crumbs,

and possibly I like the thrill

of under me you so quite new.

Bat for Lashes Leak

Click here to download all of Two Suns, officially out April 6th.

Command X Command C, Part III

Fantasy Number 21509

To be the only girl in an all boys band. I play bass and can write like Chan Marshall:
Come along Fool, a direct hit of the senses you are disconnected.
It’s not that it’s bad…it’s not that it’s death.
It’s just that it is on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent.

One More

I was a lover

Happy Valentine's Day

Id, Ego, Superego

“Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within."

Sometimes I Wish I Were Joanna

Home, Pt VI

Mad Girls' Love Song, Sylvia Plath

“Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those."

El Topo

Today person number five told me I look like her:Which is exciting because she makes bitches bleed.

What I Believe The Inside of My Head Looks Like

I am an American Aquarium Drinker

“With the advent of the mobile phone, telephone booths lie unused. We rediscover this glass cage transformed into an aquarium, full of exotically coloured fish; an invitation to escape and travel.“
More pictures here.

I See You Appreciating This, Kevin

111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321

Jared, This is Perfect

"But down in your arms, in your arms I am a wild creature."

Ice Water

A famous space explorer by profession,
The president came to you with a question:
“Could you scour the depths of the oceans seven?
We can’t spare the funds to explore the heavens!”
You said yes
I told you it was cold and dark
You said that you were scared of sharks
And water
The government paid for your brief training
Concerning sea life captures, algae straining
And planned to send you out with a crew and sub
You spent weeks snorkeling in the bathtub
You were a mess
I told you it was cold and dark
You said that you were scared of sharks
And water
So I put ice cubes in your pockets
A blindfold over each of your eye sockets
And for practice held your hand
And walked around the aquarium
For hours

Give Me Your Hand and Let's Jump Out the Window

Lauryl, this one's my favorite

sWEEDeedee

Staggering Genius

“But this–this is obscene. How dare we be standing around, talking about nothing, not running in one huge mass of people, running at something, something huge, knocking it over? Why do we all bother coming out, gathering here in numbers like this, without starting fires, tearing things down? How dare we not lock the doors and replace the white bulbs with red and commence with the massive orgy, the joyous mingling of a thousand arms, legs, breasts? We are wasting this. What could we possibly be talking about?”

Our Life is Not a Movie or Maybe

People take for granted the positive in their own lives, the health, the happiness and the love by dwelling on negative things which will never happen.
I am often one of these people.

Home, Pt V

I have built a treehouse, I have built a treehouse.
Nobody can see us; it's a you and me house.

Adventures in Wonderland

"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise, what it is, it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?"

1:07AM

First time I felt my best and worst at the same fucking second .

One Day This Kid Will Get Larger

The first time I saw this at the Art Institute of Chicago, I wept.
(Click image to enlarge)

Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl

I must scrub these walls of their white. I wish to scream at them, hoping if I scream loudly enough paint will begin to spill from my lips: a lovely red that I will smear vigorously. Cut to commencement of screaming (shrill in tone). I become disappointed when I notice there is no paint that dribbles: just spit on parched lips.

Command X Command C, Part II