shadows and puppets

"I can still remember when your city smelt exciting,
I still get a whiff of that aroma now and then...
Burglary and fireworks, the skies they were alighting.
Accidents and toffee drops and thinking on the train..

Summertime made promises it knew it couldn’t keep,
the fairytale was climbing up a mountain far too steep.
Colour in the pictures with your royal hands,
now I am craving heartbreak while you’re making your demands...


Oh he was young in the frost,
No regard for the cost of saying his feelings in moments they were felt.
And if he was calm like you...
Locked up inside of your loops then he’d know full well,
that all he had to say was;

all he had to say was goodbye."

- Alex Turner. how do you always know?

alice said it best

Last one. the final hurdle. the end of it all...
the scantron war to end all wars.


and now it's mere days until I can jet over those prairies without a single thought that isn't about sun, snow, sushi, and skiidays.

first stop calgary, then those mountains call me into the tiny wooden paradise that is banff, alberta, canada.

six days might as well be a lifetime.
I literally, cannot wait.

I can't get enough of you, baby.

revertigo

shakedown, you make me break

countless peppermint teas, five hours of much needed napping, and one overdue assignment later; this is university livin.
welcome home jillian?

She & Him, you make my life move.

these monsters of folk have infected my soul,
and I'm takin what I can while I can.
cause my clock is ticking double-time
and this time around,
the explosion won't settle without a fight.
it's now or never, all or nothing.
throw down your dice and take it all.



...on second thought;

{-----} {-------} {--------}

Something always brings me back to you, It never takes too long you hold me without touch, you keep me without chains

I never wanted anything so much
than to drown in your love and not feel your rain

Set me free, leave me be I don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity

Here I am and I stand so tall I'm just the way I'm supposed to be
...But you're on to me, and all over me

I live here on my knees as I try to make you see
That you're everything I think I need here on the ground

But you're neither friend nor foe, though I can't seem to let you go...

The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me Down Down Down

in the heights... of the library

sometimes campus is just so interesting. I am thoroughly enjoying watching impromptu salsa lessons in the atrium instead of writing a philosophy paper about Danish cartoons and their evocation of hate speech.

behold; procrastination at the most entertaining level.

when coffee breaks turn into full-blown adventures. Excuses for detours flood from every angle, and every distraction seems to deserve your undivided attention. Even now, as I'm wasting valuable minutes typing in the wrong form, I can't seem to stop myself.

aye caliente senoir, mucho gusto!
no pare, sigue sigue!

aw maaaaaan, why wasn't I born in columbia?
go back to the library jillian. jesussss.

Finale.

you bring the cup,
and we'll bring the starshine.

if it's love, make it hurt

tech week.
it is, and always will be, a very interesting time.

it's almost indescribable, almost. but waiting here in the calm before the storm of all storms seems somewhat contradictory, when the calm is a madness all in itself.

tripping. and lighting. and placing. and singing. and moving. and working. and waiting. and whining. and wanting. and faking. and hurting. and napping. and bitching. and laughing. and thinking.
and not thinking.
and trying not to think about it.

it's an electricity I can't live without and a hurricane I can't handle, too much and not enough all rolled into one. it steals my sleep and hurts my head and melts my mind, but I won't settle for anything less, and I can't survive with anything more.

21 days of musical mess, and 341 days of waiting for it to happen all over again.