the feeling of your corduroys against my cheek
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the feeling of your corduroys against my cheek
i made this today /
from my cage ~ noise boyfriend
by Lora Mathis Prints available here.
Venus As A Boy Directed by Sophie Muller Written by Björk. Published by Universal Music Publishing Ltd ® 1993 One Little Indian Records Ltd.
Imogen Cunningham
My sweater laid out in front of me like the real me. I was about to put it on but I couldn’t stop staring at it. Limp and stretched out like the shit I was saying to you all night in your green living room. We ate chilaquiles with damp lettuce that I cut into a million different shapes because I was nervous to cook with you. You were wearing my turtleneck. The green, striped one. It had snowed all day while I was at work. I watched it through the bakery windows and we turned off one of the overhead lights to make it darker. I felt like in school when the teacher would turn off all the lights because it was Friday and raining and last period.
This is the original Elliott Smith mix of Angel in the Snow before the New Moon release
all crushed out on the way you are
At times I’ve felt like mutilating myself. I felt like this before I ever met you. Before I knew what it felt like to sit cross-legged peeling an orange by your blaring electric heater while you stared at yourself in your bedroom mirror. A towering angry thing. Before you knocked it over and I hardly even flinched. How I said it’s ok it’s ok it’s ok over and over again. How I wondered if the curse was broken shattered into a million tiny knifes reflecting the light all across the floor. Before this I often had the feeling that if I could I would rip each limb off my body. It wasn’t a way to die–I didn’t want that. Rather, I wanted the gross relief of destroying myself. I wanted the ultimate collapse. I want to sit pure light surrounded by my body. I could kiss you with such tender calmness. A way I could never kiss myself.
i am a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl / drink me, make me feel real
all is full of love / bjork
so into these michigan jams
the first time i hung out with stef chura she had just moved to ann arbor from northern mich, and she played us liz phair jams (? or something similar) on the guitar but was just getting started. i remembering thinking she was so cool and had the ultimate 90′s badass chick voice.
now here she is fully realized w an amazing and relevant (lol, you have no idea how many times i’ve said something was “so relevant” on this blog over my teenage years...or maybe you do :/ haha) video to boot
check it out if you haven’t already