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invisible children
charity: water
liberty in north korea
Sea Green, Sea Blue by Jaymay
“I regret every single thing I ever said; I said those things too softly”
never gonna leave this bed (acoustic) by maroon 5
“you push me, i don’t have the strength to resist or control you. so take me down, take me down. you hurt me, but do i deserve this? you make me so nervous, calm me down, calm me down.”
Fire by Augustana (acoustic from KFOG studio)
“There you were, in your black dress, moving slow to the sadness.”
and he holds that last note for seventeen seconds wow.
Your Heart is an Empty Room (acoustic) by Ben Gibbard
“Burn it down
Until the embers smoke on the ground
And start new when your heart is an empty room
With walls of the deepest blue”
This began playing on shuffle just as I finished a cigarette this-morning, and it was one of those short moments where everything becomes as clear as the glass in my parent’s house (always nearly invisible for those of you who don’t know, due to my fathers’s obsessive cleaning disorder). Every little thing just paused for a minute or two…and then it all resumed as quickly as it had stopped.
Cosmic Love (acoustic) by Florence and the Machine
“And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I’m always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart”
World Spins Madly On by The Weepies
“I woke up and wished that I was dead, with an aching in my head, I lay motionless in bed. I thought of you, and where you’d gone, and the world spin madly on.”
Clean Getaway by Maria Taylor
You took me by surprise that warm August afternoon in Greeley, my childhood best friend of the summers reintroduced to me as the six-foot-one man dressed so well at the predictable family reunion.
I should be writing at this moment, but not about you- about industrialization and globalization; but my head and heart are not there.
Tonight as I drove home, the sky was clear, lined with so very many stars and the night was cool- but I kept the sunroof down. I found myself putting so much hope in all my logic being entirely wrong and you, somehow, guiding over me from up amongst the stars. If you are, if you could be, I hold so much desire for you to be glad about, accepting of the person I am becoming and the changes I made. I hope you still love me the way you used to, despite nearly hating it back then.
I have realised that I must put effort into remembering the times worth doing so with you, and not just those last few moments when my lifeless body was dragged from yours and replaced with that horrid sheet.
That afternoon your father nearly strangled both of us for bringing those puppies home or the nights we’d sit and listen to bedtime stories before I left for the sister town. The mornings you’d wake me with a skillet and wooden spoon before crashing back into bed next to me or the night I nearly broke so many bones snowboarding in your backyard.
The rainy afternoon in Denver at the Rockies vs. Cardinals game when you kissed me on the mouth.
“and I miss you, I miss you every single day.”
Faith in Fast Cars by The Format
I’ll never, ever, ever forget this day two years ago. I miss you, Nate and Sam. We were all expecting a new album, and instead we got the end. I feel so lucky I had the chance to see them together twice before February 4th, 2008, one of those being one of my first shows at the Conservatory. Funny, what I thought of it then…and how it’s like a second home to me now.
I’m so horribly excited to see Nate again in a short fifteen days.
William Beckett of The Academy Is… (acoustic) at The Conservatory in Oklahoma City on March 10th.
I took this photo months ago, but it wasn’t until now that I realized the microphone label says “breathe”.
Powered by Taco Bell, summer mornings and entirely too much Red Bull.
