sy.think/tell

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars

It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too. Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
For Cam

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music

It was a line from Ethan Hawke's novel Ash Wednesday: 'Humility is the only thing in life worth learning. Shatter the ego then dance through the perfect contradiction of life and death.' I thought, 'Alright, if I do that I won't care what anybody thinks, I won't care about what anybody says. I'll shatter the ego, I won't be humiliated, I'll dance through the streets when everybody else is walking with their hands in their pockets and their heads down. And I will seem to everybody like I am living.' So it wasn't really about ego when I moved out; it was about shattering every sense of ego so that if anything got crushed it didn't matter.
Garrett Hedlund, Little White Lies magazine

Saturday, 22 September 2012

And I'm a bad boy 'cause I don't even miss her, I'm a bad boy for breakin her heart, and I'm free, free fallin'

In a perfect world, you could fuck people without giving them a piece of your heart. And every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh is another shard of heart you’ll never see again.
Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

And all the while I relied on this honesty well in love we are all amateurs at best

Remember when we went out
and the night was perfect forever
and we wanted the songs
to never end
but it all ended
and we ended up here
how the fuck did we end up here?
where are we?
I love you
Unknown writer

Monday, 17 September 2012

And I called through the air that night, a calm sea voiced with a lie, I could only smile, I've been alone some time


Beirut at HMV Apollo Hammersmith 14/9/2012: χρώματα και πολλά μουσικά όργανα, αγόρια που δημιουργούσαν μελωδίες από άλλη εποχή, με μαγική ατμόσφαιρα και χαρούμενους θεατές όλο χαμόγελα. απίθανο encore με τον ζακ φωτισμένο και μόνο στη σκηνή να τραγουδάει the penalty με το γιουκαλίλι του και να ανταποκρίνεται στις αγάπες όλων που του φώναζαν γλυκά πράματα. night in a crowd of homesick fully grown children

Sunday, 16 September 2012

Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, leisure, les yeux, it's all in your eyes

I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
Franz Kafka, Letters

Friday, 14 September 2012

We’re going round and round and up and down, turning something inside out

We can never make proper goodbyes. It was your last ride in a Checker cab, and you had no warning. It was the last time you were going to have Lake Tung Ting shrimp in that entirely suspect Chinese restaurant, and you had no idea. If you had known, perhaps you would have stepped behind the counter and shaken everyone’s hand, pulled out the disposable camera and issued posing instructions. But you had no idea. There are unheralded tipping points, a certain number of times that we will unlock the front door of an apartment. At some point you were closer to the last time than you were to the first time, and you didn’t even know it. You didn’t know that each time you passed the threshold you were saying goodbye.
Unknown writer

I won’t let go and I won’t hold you back when I’m falling away

And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Depth over distance every time my dear, and I may be foolish to fall as I do, still there’s strength in the blindness you fear if you’re coming too

I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
Raw With Love by Charles Bukowski

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

She often imagined there was an orchestra in her heart, music heard only by her; except when her heart broke open, and it spilled out into the world

“You once liked me, didn’t you?” he asked.
“Liked you—I loved you. Everybody loved you. You could’ve had anybody you wanted for the asking—”
“There has always been something between you and me.”
 She bit eagerly. “Has there…?”
“Always—I knew your troubles and how brave you were about them.” But the old interior laughter had begun inside him and he knew he couldn’t keep it up much longer.
“I always thought you knew a lot,” she said enthusiastically. “More about me than anyone has ever known. Perhaps that’s why I was so afraid of you when we didn’t get along so well.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night

Thursday, 6 September 2012

Scar tissue that I wish you saw, sarcastic mister know it all, close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause with the birds I'll share this lonely view

Red Hot Chili Peppers at OAKA Athens 4/9/2012: ήταν συναρπαστικό γιατί ήταν η πρώτη φορά που είδα πιο ψηλά απ'όλους. πάνω απ'όλους στους ώμους σου, στα αγαπημένα μου τραγούδια, την αρχή της συναυλίας και scar tissue. και ήμουν χαρούμενη γιατί ήταν όλα τόσο δυνατά και εγώ πέταγα από πάνω και τα έβλεπα όλα. τρυπώσαμε και μπροστά μπροστά και χορέψαμε μαζί give it away και όλο χαμογελούσες. ο φλί είχε ωραία μαλλιά, ο κίντις δεν φόραγε μπλούζα, ο κλινγκχόφερ είχε σπασμένο αστράγαλο και ο τσαντ σμιθ μοιάζει με τον ουίλ φερέλ.