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The Future Kept
Don’t let my face distract you from how cool it is to have talented friends who dedicate time to their craft, whatever it may be.
Anytime you’re gonna grow, you’re gonna lose something. You’re losing what you’re hanging onto to keep safe. You’re losing habits that you’re comfortable with, you’re losing familiarity.
James Hillman (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
The greatest book ever could never be as great as being there when you finished reading it. Clutch it to your chest, take a deep breath with tears in your eyes. I think you’re better than anything else ever.
Paul Baribeau, “Better Than Anything Ever” (via lovelustquotes)
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Faroe Islands | ( by Niklas )
Today I will write a poem about a little girl jumping rope. It will not be a metaphor for dodging bullets. It will not be an allegory for skipping past despair. But rather about the back & forth bob of her head as she waits for the right moment to insert herself into the blinking flashes of bound hemp. But rather about her friends on either end of the rope who turn their wrists into small flashing windmills cultivating an energy of their own. But rather about the way the beads in her hair bounce against the back of her neck. But rather the way her feet barely touch the ground, how the rope skipping across the concrete sounds like the entire world is giving her a round of applause.
Clint Smith, “No More Elegies Today,” Counting Descent: Poems (via lifeinpoetry)
letlive. Call it Quits
“In the summer of 2002 this thing we call “letlive.” began in a garage in a small suburb of Los Angeles with one goal in mind. Above all else, letlive. was meant to be an idea not an outfit. This idea took its roots in honesty, humility, and finding an ironic strength in vulnerability. This is how it all began and it must end in the same fashion.
We have been granted opportunities and experiences beyond anything we could have ever imagined and we are well aware that none of the aforementioned would be possible without you. Your support, investments, and genuine belief have been nothing short of inspiring which is what allowed us to create these works while enduring the unsettling ebb and flow of career musicianship. With this in mind we would like to take this time to exhibit said transparency and explain that over time a divergence in views and aims has developed within the camp- and, for the moment, the impact that has on letlive. as a group is that there will be no further activity for the foreseeable future. We want to thank every single person that we were privileged enough to make a connection with through this vessel. We will no longer write the soundtrack, but the most important element, the idea, will continue as long as you allow it to. You are and always will be letlive.
All ll.ove, Jason Aalon Butler, Loniel Robinson, Ryan Johnson, & Jeffrey Sahyoun”
Faroe Islands
So honey take me by the hand and we can sign some papers Forget the invitations floral arrangements and bread makers