first sight, after sight: don't release me until it's over
I thought I knew about nostalgia in its greatest form. I thought I knew about the art of missing things. I knew nothing. Like how desperately I’d miss things like the smell of my mother’s cooking, seeing her through the french glass doors as she smoked on the back porch reading some beat up paper…
My God this piece is so beautiful and true. Ashli Wood utters all these things I wish I could say. So much honesty in this piece. Check out her writing if you haven’t already!
The Old Guitarist
Picasso
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“In my own life, my desire has fought between a hunger for isolation, for getting away, for seeking new lands –and a desire for home, for permanence, for a piece of this earth fenced in and lived on and private to oneself, and for a person to love and possess.”
- Thomas Wolfe, in a letter to his editor Maxwell Perkins -
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(Once again, Wolfe perfectly articulating the things that I always feel.)
WATCH AND LISTEN.
Runaround Sue: Dion And The Belmonts
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SO COOL
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