juin 2012
mai 2012
I’m home! The flight was good, I was watching Hugo but it took 50 minutes to get here so I couldn’t watch it all. I am incredibly tired and I have to wake up at 5.30 AM because of my interview. I’m a little scared, but everything’s going to be okay. I also have a trillion mosquito bites all over my body and it itches so bad. Anyway, I had a marvelous time with my family, and it was quite perfect, overall. We needed a vacation and it couldn’t have been more delightful. I’m looking forward to do it again. Oh, and the queue didn’t disappoint me. It worked absolutely fine. So now you’re all back to my whining and my liveblogging and my senseless posts. Missed you :)
Let’s Not Shit Ourselves (To Love and Be Loved)
Bright Eyes
Let’s Not Shit Ourselves
(To Love and Be Loved)Bright Eyes
Now I’m rubbing my eyes cause they’re starting to bother me. I’ve been staring too long at the screen. But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility? It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody. How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery, to love and to be loved. Let’s just hope that is enough.
“Music makes me forget my real situation. It transports me into a state which is not my own. Under the influence of music I really seem to feel what I do not feel, to understand what I do not understand, to have powers which I cannot have. Music seems to me to act like yawning or laughter; I have no desire to sleep, but I yawn when I see others yawn; with no reason to laugh, I laugh when I hear others laugh. And music transports me immediately into the condition of soul in which he who wrote the music found himself at that time.”
—Leo Tolstoy
