Monday, June 3, 2013

Midi Matilda // Red Light District 

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Daughter // Smother 

I wrote about you today. You pour out of my pen in frantic scribbles, you fill the black ink scratched into the pages. 

I wrote about you today and yesterday and all days, because there are never enough words to dedicate to you. 

(Source: Spotify)

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Ivan & Alyosha // Easy To Love

For you. You know who you are. 

(Source: Spotify)

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Flosstradamus // Rollup (Baauer Remix) 

Get yo’ trap on. 

Monday, April 1, 2013

CHVRCHES // Recover

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Fink // Sort of Revolution

This song is brought to you by one of my favorite (and hottest) yoga teachers who played this during savasana. 

Come so far feel so real

Monday, February 18, 2013

Disclosure feat. Sam Smith // Latch 

Now I’ve got you in my space
I won’t let go of you
Got you shackled in my embrace
I’m latching onto you

(Source: youtube.com)

Monday, February 11, 2013

Stateless // Bloodstream

Heard this in a yoga class last week and haven’t been able to stop listening to it. I find it soul-soothing. 

I think I might have inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You’ve gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Angel Haze // New York 

Angel Haze

Ugh, she is so hot.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Mikky Ekko // Pull Me Down

I feel like my blog has become noticeably absent of words recently, absent of sentences and ideas and thoughts. My journal as well - there has been very little pen to paper in my life, very few black scribbles in uneven lines scrawled across blank pages. It’s uncomfortable for me to go so long without expressing myself, as it’s something that I’ve been doing regularly for over a decade. But I find that for some reason it’s difficult for me to write when I’m happy. 

And that’s just all. That’s all I wanted to say. I got promoted at work, my relationship is filled with more love everyday, and these days I just feel wrapped in an encompassing contentment, like a freshly laundered blanket pulled snugly over my skin previously made cold from the bite of winter.

Ah, the quiet satisfaction of it all. To be always smiling to myself.