September 2011
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Allen Stone at SOBs 9/28: He Croons, Everybody...
People tell you about Allen Stone and it’s usually filled with compliments about what a soulful voice he has or how incredible his songwriting is. So you’re like, Word, okay, let me check it out. But in what seems like a prime case of aural blue balls, you’re greeted by this ironic hipster wearing a knitted cardigan and a flannel shirt, cordobés hat perched atop his long,...
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avoidence asked: I love the words you share with the world.
give me your story and i'll write you an ending
you probably won’t like it, but since when was that the point?
what scares me enthralls you and what soothes me...
all i need in this life of sin is my notebook and...
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wrote something, discovered things about myself i didn’t realize were things until i saw them on paper. weird. surreal. relieving. there’s a whole where i thought there were only pieces.
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sippin on holy water, lookin for divine order
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things you can control vs. things you can't...
and this is out of my control.
questions for the woman i was last night.
warsanshire:
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‘it’s not him who’d come across the sea to surprise you, not him who would know where in london to find you’ - feist
how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?
how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short?
why do you find the unavailable so alluring?
where did it begin? what went wrong? and who made you feel so...
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“I am trying to let go of a man, but can’t. I’ve lost people in the...”
– dear anon,
i could read you forever. i think you are beautiful. and i don’t know if it means anything. and as cliche as it sounds. if, with a spirit like yours, he could not feel anything, but drawn to you, then he is nowhere nothing never no way anywhere close to being the lover you deserve.
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what they did yesterday afternoon. →
warsanshire:
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they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both...
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“grateful for language. greatful to be able to experience incredible sound for...”
– ∞: gratitude freewrite - written in 15 minutes
all of this.
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“Maybe we should always show pictures. Bin laden. Pictures of our wounded service...”
– Jon Stewart (via qqumblr) 