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so happy I was invited
give me a reason to get out of the city
see you inside watching swarms on TV
living and dying in New York means nothing to me
I gave my heart to the army
the only sentimental thing I could think of
with cousins and cousins somewhere overseas
but it’ll take a better war to kill a college man like me.
I’m too tired to drive anywhere anyway right now
do you care if I stay?
you can put on your bathing suits
and I’ll try to find something on this thing that means nothing
losing my breath—
you and your sister live in a lemonworld
I want to sit in and die.

this pricey stuff makes me dizzy
I guess I’ve always been a delicate man
takes me a day to remember a day
I didn’t mean to let it get so far out of hand
I was a comfortable kid
but I don’t think about it much anymore
lay me on the table, put flowers in my mouth
and we can say that we invented a summer lovin’ torture party

"
—lyrics that read like poetry, etc

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secretcities:

Last summer we canoed to an old prospector’s cabin on the lake. The days were hot and dry and the swimming cool and clear and crisp. Each night a storm rushed in upon us, lightning flickering on the mountains. [ on instagram ]

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The lighting in this space is stunning. Reaffirms my desire for simplicity in interiors. 


"You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it."
—robin williams

February falls to the ground

—like it weighs nothing at all. Hole-ripped leaves, brittle stems. At the close, everything feels like it is heavy down to the bones, but I want you to hold my hands tight, keep them warm, remind me that we will leave this season behind like every other breath we have ever taken in this world. I’ve been missing things for a while now — dropping thoughts, picking them up again dead and black-scraped from the sidewalks;

(There has been no air for a while and you start to think: what is the place, where is the light, I am forgetting everything. But the sun is due soon and I’ll be here, promise I’ll be here.)


—Robert Montgomery

"Towers’ is the name of the dormitory that I lived in in college; it’s made up of these two towers – North and South – my girlfriend lived in one and I lived in the other. It’s about falling in love, but also about what happens when you’ve long fallen out of love and those reminders are still there. You drive by them, these two buildings, and you look, and you realise that we really built that up. That we really built that love into these things, and for a long time afterward looking at them really made me feel sad; to see these empty buildings that I don’t go in to anymore. But then, as time goes on, they start to become kind of joyous in their own way: you can look at them and think ‘that love was great and these buildings still stand tall’. But there’s also an element of the fact that they’re just buildings – they’re gonna fall down one day, and they’re not that important because there’s new love in your life and you’ve got to break things down that get built up."
—Justin Vernon

secretcities:

Last summer we canoed to an old prospector’s cabin on the lake. The days were hot and dry and the swimming cool and clear and crisp. Each night a storm rushed in upon us, lightning flickering on the mountains. [ on instagram ]

"stand up straight at the foot of your love"



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