TRUDGING THROUGH WATER COMING UP FOR AIR

Leonard Cohen // Solidarity Forever

feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame And I wonder if you know That I never understood That although you said you'd go Until you did I never thought you would Moonlight used to bathe the contours of your face While chestnut hair fell all around the pillow case And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head A sympathy bouquet left with the love that's dead And I wonder if you know That I never understood That although you said you'd go Until you did, I never thought you would Never thought the words you said were true Never thought you said just what you meant Never knew how much I needed you Never thought you'd leave, until you went Morning comes and morning goes with no regret And evening brings the memories I can't forget Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs And I wonder if you know That I never understood That although you said you'd go Until you did, I never thought you would

Pintura, Joan Miró (1934)

— Joan Miró

I'm a monster I am on fire, I'm blooming, baby Why don't you care for me anymore? Just like the morning when you're gone I've been believing that you'll carry me away But I don't see no horse, and no carriage There must be more to life than this Am I a fool to believe that maybe If I could shift these parts around By catalysis or brawn I'd get something back? Keep me high, keep me thin Carry on, keep it in But I don't feel nothing, anymore I don't feel nothing, anymore I try to keep my head on straight But I don't feel nothing, anymore I don't feel nothing, anymore I don't feel nothing, anymore I try, I try to keep my head on straight But I don't feel nothing, anymore

“the unbearable weight of staying - (the end of the relationship)” from warsan versus melancholy (the seven stages of being lonely) by Warsan Shire

“questions for the woman i was last night - (the honest conversation)” from warsan versus melancholy (the seven stages of being lonely) by Warsan Shire

CUJO // STEPHEN KING (1981)

ITS TIME FOR FUTURE POLITICS.

T O P S / ANYTHING ~ Arbutus Records (Montreal, Canada)

Inez Milholland, at the 1913 Women's Suffrage Parade

Love Me Like I’m Not Made Of Stone //  I Never Learn (2014) // Lykke Li