i linger on dear

stripping to gregorian chants

when fiona apple said “im such an incredibly, stupidly sensitive person that everything that happens to me, i experience it really intensely. i feel everything very deeply. and when you feel things deeply and you think about things a lot and you think about how you feel, you learn a lot about yourself. and when you know yourself, you know life.”……… she knew.. she was right

february 13, 1982 i had slept with this girl who was a musician and who i was currently in love with. she left around noon, left me my cigarettes, and a nice foggy musing upon my pink floral sheets and the birds outside my window and the slender branches of the trees. i felt like keats in the 80’s or something. i could feel the nervousness rising in me like some kind of strange spring, inside and out. the winter has a way to go, but there’s always days in february when you forget that. — eileen myles, chelsea girls

IT IS TERRIBLY GOOD TO CARRY WATER AND CHOP WOOD, STREAKED WITH SOOT, HEAVY-BOOTED, AND WILD-EYED

I’VE BEEN DULLING AND DUMBING IN THE SERVICE OF THE HEART ALONE

all that old ass music about falling in love n shit………….they were onto something actually

jeans on. titties out. eating a mcmuffin, listening to fleetwood mac…all, at the fine time, of 6:30 am