January 2012
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Tonight there must be people who are getting what they want.
I let my oars fall...
– Jennifer Michael Hecht, “September” (via awritersruminations)
The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.
– Joseph Campbell (via sunflower-soul)
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We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have...
– Thomas Moore (via onelittlewhitecloud)
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That is the way leaves fall around a tree in autumn, a tree unaware of the rain...
– Demian, Hermann Hesse (via williamcuthbertfaulkner)
"Listen" by Christopher Howell
hateshiploveship:
Is it an empty house, the body alone with its weary old clothes or its bullet holes and severed arteries, last laugh still shining in its teeth?
The road of answers leaps its ditch and descends a dusty hollow where nightbirds coo, Pass by, and the Angel of Nothingness does his nails.
Often sky dazzles over the great breathing earth. Often of its own accord the grain begins...
Why have you stopped playing, Dorian? Go back and give me the nocturne over...
– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray chapter 19 (via the-transcendental)
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blackdenimgumby replied to your photo: It’s been over a month since I moved in so I…
Your new place looks nice! What town do you live in?
In Dover…it’s my parents house, hahaha. Oh well, it works for now!
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I imagine it’s hard to go back once you’ve felt the continents in...
– John Green; Paper Towns
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Isn’t it also that on some fundamental level we find it difficult to...
– John Green; Paper Towns
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For Grace, After a Party
You do not always know what I am feeling. Last night in the warm spring air while I was blazing my tirade against someone who doesn’t interest me, it was love for you that set me afire, and isn’t it odd? for in rooms full of strangers my most tender feelings writhe and bear the fruit of screaming. Put out your hand, isn’t there an ashtray, suddenly, there? beside ...
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I have been astonished that men could die martyrs
for their religion—
I have...
– John Keats (via larmoyante)
pianoacrossamerica replied to your video: Marc-Andre Hamelin at EG4…
oh man…. what is this song??/
Which one? The first is “En Avril a Paris” by Charles Trenet (it took me awhile to figure this out from the way he pronounced it). The one he plays only with left hand is an arrangement of something by Tchaikovsky, but I’m not sure of the title, he probably says it somewhere...
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We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have...
– Thomas Moore (via thelittlephilosopher)
Life could be limitless joy, if we would only take it for what it is, in the way...
– Leo Tolstoy (via human-voices)
Our lives are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button (via larmoyante)
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pieces to learn
Haydn Sonata No. 52
Rachmaninoff Bb Minor Moment Musicaux
Stravinsky Sonata?
Bach C Minor Toccata
or an easier toccata first…
Chopin Gb Impromptu
relearn Ginastera Danzas Argentinas
finish the Rachmaninoff prelude I started (Op. 23 #6)
Mozart C Minor Sonata (#14)
Prokofiev Sonata No. 3
SO EXCITING!! I can’t wait to finish auditions so I can start working on new music. And...
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old-ish things
You tell yourself you’ll be okay as long as you know that things can always change. But the knowledge doesn’t keep you from thinking too much about everyone you’ve lost, or from making wishes without knowing what they mean, like somehow their recipient will know how to decipher them and how to rescue you. It’s an impossible hope, but you curl it around your bare shoulders, because it’s cold in...
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Fair Weather This level reach of blue is not my sea; Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun, Whose quiet ripples meet obediently A marked and measured line, one after one. This is no sea of mine, that humbly laves Untroubled sands, spread glittering and warm. I have a need of wilder, crueler waves; They sicken of the calm, who knew the storm. So let a love beat over me again, Loosing...
We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of...
– Plato (via elige)
Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.
– Sylvia Plath (via setyourcompass)
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For as long as I can remember I’ve looked up in awe at the heavens and wondered....
– Scot Peacock (via cog-nito)
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