Music For Yo Fine Earz

To be frank, my week has been hella chill, yo. The program I’m in isn’t entirely centered around what those around me call midterms. We do, howeva, have some majour research papers and projects coming up in the near future so don’t think this is a slacking deal. And even though my week has been deemed chill, my weeks in general seem to go by faster and faster. Honestly, it’s slightly disturbing how quickly it all goes by. 
One minute I’m waving to that dreary figure called Monday slumping towards me and then the next I’m running after Friday in his disco clothes whizzing past. I need more hours in the day! Mother Nature, I’m snapping my fingers! Make that sun last a little bit longer puh-leeze. 

What’s been helping me actually get out of bed in the morning though, before I’m caffeinated and superficially wired for my first class, is some new musica that’s been injecting some rhythm into my toes. 
First, tumblr tabs to inspire a beautiful fresh start to next week’s Monday morning. 
C’est parfait. Ce cappuccino est art à moi. 
(go google translator, buddy ol pal)
Attics have always had such a haunted reputation. Put in a window, let that glorious light in, paint the walls milky white, and suddenly the attic of that supposed family of ghosts is your most beloved sanctuary.
I used to be convinced that this type of layout of a kitchen was the most absurdly cramped idea for a realistic family. Now that I’m confined to the size of a closet for a bedroom, and have fallen quite in love with its quaint coziness, there’s much more appeal to living small. This is almost like a more formal alternative to an island, and who doesn’t like a hint of well hidden fanciness here and there?

Abstract Numbers:

Small Rooms:

Alvhem Makleri:

Abstract Numbers:

Abstract Numbers:

Abstract Numbers (can you guess I’m a fan?):

Alvhem Makleri:

Alvhem Makleri:

Now my lovelies, onto some music I’ve been digging.

And by digging, I mean obsessed with. Alex Clare is the most dreamy combination of foot tapping goodness and hip swinging grooves and actually poignant lyrics.

Alright, this next song may not be for everyone (it includes *gasp* swear words!). But I can’t deny the catchiness. Slash it’s quite the hypnotic tune. Next three are for them techno-dub lovers.
If girliness ever overwhelms you, and you’re in your footy pajamas with a cup of tea by your side, put this on and you will be in a small pocket of heaven. 
This song was stuck in my head for honestly days, if not weeks. It’s haunting. It’s beautiful. It’s addictive.
Cheerio! Hope the weather wherever you are is not as gloomy as the view I’m looking at. 

Soothing to the Eyes & Ears

Landslide (Virgin Magnetic Material Remix) – Fleetwood Mac

Myth – Beach House
Summer – Mmoths
For What It’s Worth (Virgin Magnetic Material Remix) – Buffalo Springfield
p.s. If you’re curious about the music, it’s all from the album, Feel It All Around, which can be downloaded for sampling purposes. 😉 Click me.
p.s.s. My foot has gone completely numb in its slumber while making this post. Can’t walk on it for the life of me. The things I do for you lovely people.
{1. coastal theory 2. c.t. 3. pursuit aesthetic 4. random 5. c.t. 6. lyla and blu 7. voix deuce 8. observando 9. c.t. 10. my tumblr 11. solid frog 12. random 13. apricot tea and honey 14. lyla and blu 15. apricot 16. apricot

Words of Wisdom Wednesday

The gods grant nothing more than life,

So let us reject whatever lifts us

            To unbreathable heights,

            Eternal but flowerless.

All that we need to accept is science,

And as long as the blood in our veins still pulses

            And love does not shrivel,

            Let us go on

Like panes of glass: transparent to light,

Pattered by the sad rain trickling down,

            Warmed by the sun,

            And reflecting a little.
~Fernando Pessoa 
I have in me like a haze
Which holds and which is nothing
A nostalgia for nothing at all,
The desire for something vague.

I’m wrapped by it
As by a fog, and I see
The final star shining
Above the stub in my ashtray.

I smoked my life. How uncertain
All I saw or read! All
The world is a great open book
That smiles at me in an unknown tongue.

~Fernando Pessoa

“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” 
 Maya Angelou
“He is thinking about asymmetry. This is a world, he is thinking, where you can lie in bed, listening to a song as you dream about someone you love, and your feelings and the music will resonate so powerfully and completely that it seems impossible that the beloved, whoever and wherever he or she might be, should not know, should not pick up this signal as it pulsates from your heart, as if you and the music and the love and the whole universe have merged into one force that can be channeled out into the darkness to bring them this message. But, in actuality, not only will he or she not know, there is nothing to stop that other person from lying on his or her bed at the exact moment listening to the exact same song and thinking about someone else entirely-from aiming those identical feelings in some completely opposite direction, at some totally other person, who may in turn be lying in the dark thinking of another person still, a fourth, who is thinking of a fifth, and so on, and so on, so that rather than a universe of neatly reciprocating pairs, love and love-returned fluttering through space nicely and symmetrically like so many pairs of butterfly wings, instead we get chains of yearning, which sprawl and meander and culminate in an infinite number of dead ends.” 
 Paul Murray
“We do know that no one gets wise enough to really understand the heart of another, though it is the task of our life to try.” 
 Louise Erdrich, The Bingo Palace

“Some people meet the way the sky meets the earth, inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense.” 
 Louise Erdrich, Tales of Burning Love

“Other freshmen were already moving into their dormitory rooms when we arrived, with their parents helping haul. I saw boxes of paperbacks, stereo equipment, Dylan albums and varnished acoustic guitars, home-knitted afghans, none as brilliant as mine, Janis posters, Bowie posters, Day-Glo bedsheets, hacky sacks, stuffed bears. But as we carried my trunk up two flights of stairs terror invaded me. Although I was studying French because I dreamed of going to Paris, I actually dreaded leaving home, and in the end my parents did not want me to leave, either. But this is how children are sacrificed into their futures: I had to go, and here I was. We walked back down the stairs. I was too numb to cry, but I watched my mother and father as they stood beside the car and waved. That moment is a still image; I can call it up as if it were a photograph. My father, so thin and athletic, looked almost frail with shock, while my mother, whose beauty was still remarkable, and who was known on the reservation for her silence and reserve, had left off her characteristic gravity. Her face and my father’s were naked with love. It wasn’t something thatwe talked about—love. But they allowed me this one clear look at it. It blazed from them. And then they left.” 
 Louise Erdrich