March 2012
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Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a...”
– John Keats
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On Valentine’s day, one of my dearest friends felt life had become too much to handle, and he took his own life.
It would be several days later until I found out, and when I did, I broke down. Initially, I felt numb - how could someone of his calibre, his apparent happiness, have been in so much pain? Then of course I remained in denial; I wouldn’t accept that I will never again walk...
February 2012
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My review of the last night of the NME Awards Tour... →
I could do this for the rest of my life.
The morning after.
Sitting with a pot of coffee in a Two Door t-shirt writing about last night’s NME Awards show. I’m slowly making a comeback, baby.
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“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
“Is it wrong to trust a beautiful lie if it helps you get through life?”
– Miriam Toews, A Complicated Kindness (via hateshiploveship)
I’m having one of those days where I just stare into space because I can’t concentrate on anything, pour whiskey into my coffee and do nothing but smoke because I just can’t deal.
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I will forever blame myself for not being there for you. I’m so sorry.
I'm so confused.
When is ‘going for a drink’ not just ‘going for a drink’ and actually a date?
“She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she...”
– Albert Camus, The Stranger (via themodelburnbook)
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Aline: But we are all of us helpless before the storms of passion. The real thing, Harry, cannot be denied.
Harry: It can't. It can't be denied.
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Lionel to Olivia
My dear, I couldn’t look at you when you smiled - did you notice?
There is a certain smile you have which I cannot meet - not because it dazzles me, though it is dazzling - but because it is so innocent. It’s as if you don’t know how much I love you, how much - for it must be so - you love me, or are going to love me. It’s not for nothing - how could it be? - that all...
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Notion Magazine: Issue 56
This one’s a beaut. Although really, every issue is.
The last issue had the fantastic Azari & III on the cover, this time it’s the equally fantastic Niki & The Dove:
Oh and this is something I wrote:
GO READ IT OKAY. HERE. NOW.
And then subscribe or buy it or something. Thanks. ♥
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John Updike's last major interview →
10am; breakfast.
This is the earliest I’ve been up in weeks, and, although I have huge bags under my eyes and heavy eyelids, I’m impressed with myself.
I’m going to spend the day studying my tits off and listening to this album
so tomorrow I feel less guilty about going on a cocktail bender tomozzz. FAB.
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They made love that night. Except it was less about love, and more about shrouding the gnawing pain of loneliness that encompassed their hearts. There was a rancid smell of burning rubber in the air, and the sound of neighbours laughing in the street seemed part of another world. They lay, staring up at the dark void of the ceiling, and their cigarettes burned like fireflies in the blackened room....
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“I don’t think I could love you so much if you had nothing to complain of...”
– Boris Pasternak, Dr. Zhivago
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GIGMONTHGIGMONTHGIGMONTHGIGMONTH
22 - Dry the River
23 - Kaiser Chiefs
24 - Ben Howard
25- Two Door ‘bestmuthafuckingbandonearth’ Cinema Club
I’m basically jizzing over this and will be constantly doing the whole ‘get drunk-get hungover-repeat’ routine for these four days.
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YOU SAY YOU LOVE
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You say you love; but with a voice Chaster than a nun’s, who singeth The soft Vespers to herself While the chime-bell ringeth - O love me truly!
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You say you love; but with a smile Cold as sunrise in September, As you were Saint Cupid’s nun, And kept his weeks of Ember. O love me truly!
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You say you love - but then your lips Coral tinted teach no blisses. More than...
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“And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun,
And she forgot the blue above the...”
– John Keats, ‘Isabella’