Tuesday, September 13, 2011

catharsis to your lost soul.

and a friend asked, if i believe in karma. I said, i didn't believe those kind of things. I believe shits happen. for a reason.


Even if it's a chronic loneliness that you can't bare any longer.
Even if it's a constant weariness you feel without any particular reason.
Even if it's a suicidal tendencies you grow inside your head, just because you can't stand the pain in your heart.

Never loose a grip. Hold on to the faith. That somehow, shits are meant to be flushed down the toilet.


"lonely lonely that was you, lonely and so untrue."
8tracks mixtape as a catharsis to your lost soul.

End of The World-Best Coast
Use Somebody-Bat For Lashes
Lonely Lonely-Feist
Wooden Heart-The Duke Spirit
Satellite-Eliott Smith
Take My Heart-Soko
Asleep-Emily Browning
Terrible Love-The National
Unrequited Love-Lykke Li
Paradise Circus-Massive Attack
Zebra-Beach House


"I wake up in the morning and I wonder,
Why everything's the same as it was.
I can't understand. No, I can't understand,
How life goes on the way it does." --- Skeeter Davis, on : 'The End of The World'


*image take from : weheartit.com

Thursday, September 8, 2011

listening to radiohead and filling in the thougths of you into it.

talking about sting, and suddenly missing you.
i'm no longer sad, i'm just mad about you. i guess.


[“Synchonicity,” The Police Album Art. 1983.]

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

a mixtape story.

"making mixtapes is not like making buildings. No need to calculate, just feel it, and it will grow strong."


and when i made my first mixtape for you, i feel miserable. When it supposed to be something romantic, what i think about was only tragic. I put all the song one by one, and i felt like opening our story back from where it started. The absurd coincidence, that leads us to something even more than sentimental. Something surreal that i can't even describe until this very moment, and yet still making me shiver.

i felt like we are made to be together, but that's too far from reality.


"Well you might be a bit confused
And you might be a little bit bruised
But baby how we spoon like no one else

Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I..." --- Ingrid Michaelson, 'You and I'.

image taken from www.weheartit.com


*if you feel like listening to something, check the mixtape here.