TongueLash

what comes by us might be the most tongue-lashing color of space we see but we cannot breathe through insulated windows. we sweat in our sheets ashamed to be too naked, too true to yield to passing by serial killers. what isn't random. isn't likely to happen.

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~ Tuesday, December 13 ~
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as long as i have some water, a candle, a hardbackbook, an old piano, i’ll still be alive

Wonderful little short on the oldest piano repair shop in Paris (via The Fox is Black).

I think what i’ve been obsessing with in the past few weeks, especially with my own graduation coming up, is what kind of life I want to be living post-school. I am both the laziest and most hard working person I know. Which means, ultimately, I just want to find something to throw my life into. Which sounds violent, but truly, I want to be crushed by responsibilities and work. I want to be inspired. I want to be driven. I want to start paying my dues. I want to get on with it. I wish I was a better student, but I am not. The idea of schooling is appealing, but ultimately frustrating. I feel ineffectual and drained. I feel tied down to a not very sound lie. Mostly, I feel useless. But in 4 months time, that feeling will be replaced by apprehension and anxiety. Its going to be exhilarating. It’s going to be exhausting. It’s going to start to matter.

Tags: postgrad angst pianos
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