want.

Philip Lim 3.1 sequin dress

currently obsessed with...

magic wands.

inhale/exhale sounds so easy.

that note connected with the next until they made a chord and it lived in here. right deep in your chest. connected with each chord after it they lived behind your ribs until you couldn't hear them anymore. even then they drifted up your throat and you could taste them for days after. they coated the words you spoke and the sounds you made. but eventually the aftertaste of those chords faded and so you had to listen to them again. again they lived right here. right deep in your chest until you couldn't hear them anymore. then they drifted up your throat. except this time they tasted different and didn't ever taste like the first time again. only like something slightly different. still you needed them to live right here. right deep in your chest. otherwise you might forget how to breath.

nowhere boy.

great expectations.

ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! new WE ARE SCIENTISTS album due out in February!!!!!

just pretend it's pronounced with a drunken slur.

This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the ice box

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were so delicious
so sweet
so cold
-- William Carlos Williams

Jist to Let Yi No
ahv drank
thi speshlz*
that wurrin
thi frij

n thit
yiwurr probbli
hodn back
furthi pahrti

awright
they wur great
thaht stroang
thaht cawld.
-- Tom Leonard

*speshlz- cans of beer

here Leonard moves William's poem into Glaswegian pronunciation based on phonetic translation. note the move from plums to cans of beer, as well as from "forgive me" to "awright" in the last stanzas. studying in Scotland, this is basically the coolest thing i've ever read.

the battleground.

This is the battleground. You say, “Baby, my legs have gotten so tired,” and I say, “I tried to be the compass,” and then you stay on your side of the bed. There has not yet been a boat constructed for this and it doesn’t matter how much wind throws itself between the continents if there are no sails to catch it. I say dangerous things. The light in your stomach versus the light in my mouth and how they never really align at the Right Time. You treat me like I’ve gone someplace far away from home. The truth of the matter is, I stopped moving the moment that I met you.
- ??




Sometimes I come crashing down inside myself
without anyone noticing. I’m like an ambulance
on two legs, hauling the patient
inside me to last aid
with the wailing cry of a siren
and people think it’s ordinary speech.
- Yehuda Amichai