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(2) Things that help;

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Yuck–Holing Out on an NYC rooftop

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Youth Lagoon–Seventeen

Don't stop imagining.

The day that you do is the day that you die.

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How To Be Alone

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Young Galaxy–Blown Minded

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Broken Social Scene/Feist–Lover's Spit

You know it's time

That we grow old and do some shit

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“ You have control over one lousy thing in life. And that's your reaction to the shit that the universe hands you. That's it. ”

— San Francisco Stories by Derek M. Powazek: Casa Carmelita ♥

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“ His lips are pink and full, and they kiss mine easily. ”

— Hold Everything Lightly And Nothing Will Hurt Us

Maybe I should read more fiction.

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Stars–Dead Hearts

They had lights inside their eyes

They moved forward, my heart died

They were kids that I once knew

Now they're all dead hearts to you

Dead hearts are everywhere

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The Mountain Goats–Never Quite Free

It's so good to learn that right outside your window

There's only friendly fields and open roads

And you'll sleep better when you think you've stepped back from the brink

And found some peace inside yourself; lay down your heavy load

It gets alright to dream at night

Believe in solid skies and slate blue earth below

But when you see him, you'll know–

It's okay to find the faith to saunter forward

There's no fear of shadows spreading where you stand

And you'll breathe easier just knowing that the worst is all behind you

And the waves that tossed the raft all night have set you on dry land

It gets okay to praise the day

Believe in sheltering skies and stable earth beneath

But hear his breath come through his teeth–

Walk thy faith

Tell no one what you've seen

It's so good to learn that from right here the view goes on forever

And you'll never want for comfort, and you'll never be alone

See the sunset turning red, let all be quiet in your head

And look about, all the stars are coming out

They shine like steel swords

Wish me well where I go

But when you see me, you'll know–

(I'm never quite free)

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2011/12/31 – I just paid attention to the lyrics of that song for the first time, and suddenly I broke down violently. All the built-up social tension of the last two weeks poured out of me. The unfinished text and thoughts about Florian. The intense time with David. The frustrating, silly search. The user meetup. The drama with P. The emotional panel discussions with Mitch. All those people in the apartment, at the BCC, at Silverfuture, in Berlin.

"Kitten wants to hide under the bed", I wrote the other day.

"Sei dir bewusst, dass jemand auf dem Bett wartet", he replied.

I'm okay now. Twenty-twelve, here we go.

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