tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38003867475961179902024-02-22T10:46:27.990+03:00The Lullaby<p> "And there were centuries in the sky that night. History buried deep in those bright lights."</p>Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-34087985913014475662012-10-24T00:40:00.000+03:002012-10-24T00:40:10.008+03:00Song of the Day
"Compass and Square" by Crime in Stereo
CD MP3
Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-48137292031100863412012-08-24T11:07:00.000+03:002012-08-24T11:07:06.757+03:00Song of the Day
"Conversation 16" by The National.
Vinyl MP3
CD
Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-43424824393908154402012-07-23T02:51:00.002+03:002012-07-23T03:27:54.162+03:00Song of the Day
"Howl" by The Gaslight Anthem, coming out July 24th.
Vinyl
MP3
CD
Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-89556664306708715222012-07-15T08:04:00.003+03:002012-07-16T18:44:14.798+03:00Song of the Day
Everything You Ever Loved by Make Do and MendMeeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-45848692320912048972012-07-09T05:46:00.001+03:002012-07-09T06:03:37.016+03:00Book Review: How to Write a Sentence: And How to Read OneSeeing as how I only update this blog at the end of the year, I'm honestly shocked at this urge to write a blog post. However strong this urge might be, it's also very lacking; I don't know what I want to write about.
Not to mention figuring out how to cater to the attention spans of people who barely finish reading a headline, let alone a post more than 140 characters. (*gasp* Oh, the horror Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-65786406442696417452010-12-28T18:30:00.006+03:002011-01-04T17:38:26.106+03:00Best of '10I believe that the only (barely) consistent thing in this blog is the end of the year music list. With that said, I willingly decided to put off my essays and their looming deadlines to write this. Yes, I am that dedicated. (No. No, I'm not.)Oh, and this year was kind of a disappointment (musically). But I'm a content cow because The Gaslight Anthem released an album and nothing else matters~So Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-68231197254760702602010-08-29T03:13:00.002+03:002010-08-29T03:19:00.348+03:00I Don't Feel That WayIn light of many events in the past two months, I begin to wonder.Am I devoid of emotion or are people getting more emotionally intense?Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-3121747234541882032010-07-19T02:24:00.004+03:002010-07-19T03:35:21.924+03:00Little DevotionalIt's been a while since I posted, I must admit I kind of forgot how. I could blame Twitter for conditioning me into expressing my thoughts in 140 characters or less. But I won't. I'm just being lazy, and I've no interest in writing. That being said, here are some pictures.Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-91353361521125750842010-04-17T10:21:00.001+03:002010-04-17T10:33:31.862+03:00First FloorBook collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it. Those who do not do it, think of it as a cousin of stamp collecting, a sister of the trophy cabinet, bastard of a sound bank account and a weak mind.Jeanette WintersonMeeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-52360586054355622802010-02-02T08:26:00.000+03:002010-02-02T08:27:02.607+03:00AwayAnd fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved. We courted death in order to call ourselves brave, and hid like thieves from life. We substituted good grammar for intellect; we switched habits to simulate maturity; we rearranged lies and called it truth, seeing in the new patternMeeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-88414123771483029252010-01-09T22:46:00.010+03:002010-01-16T01:01:23.277+03:00Best of '09And they are (in no particular order):-Meet me at the Bottom by Let Me Run. -Chasing Hamburg by Polar Bear Club.-Ups and Downsizing by The Swellers.-The Kids Can't Lose by A Loss For Words.-This Will Be the Death of Us by Set Your Goals.-This is War by 30 Seconds to Mars*-All I Have to Offer is My Own Confusion by Fireworks.-Kingdoms by Broadway.-At Home We Are Tourists by Settle.-Crash Love by Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-18977512425585451902010-01-07T10:03:00.000+03:002010-01-07T10:04:23.101+03:00"People think it's an obsession. A compulsion. As if there were an irresistible impulse to act. It's never been like that. I chose this life. I know what I'm doing. And on any given day, I could stop doing it. Today, however, isn't that day. And tomorrow won't be either."Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-67541566723958224872009-10-16T16:13:00.002+03:002009-10-16T16:16:00.633+03:00I Never WouldIs it mean that I love the acts of kindness from random strangers more than from people I know?Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-23378036065871561252009-08-27T03:41:00.003+03:002009-08-27T03:45:36.860+03:00:)Ello.My friend Toogi is making a video project that requires random people to write secrets on pieces of paper. If anyone is up for it please e-mail her at to0ogi@live.com and she'll thank you and give you the rest of the details. That is all.Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-17334500358376368342009-08-17T11:29:00.003+03:002009-08-17T12:00:25.844+03:00Things I LikeCupcakesCold pillowsThe smell of vanilla in the kitchenTouching the (cold) window in the morningSleeping inLying on grassLetters (in an actual envelope, no e-mails, texts and all that bull)A song you used to love years ago plays on the radioQuiet conversations StarsSpending all night talking with someoneAbandoned placesLyrics so great you can't help but feel that they were meant for youTerrible Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-52407718596187115872009-08-15T16:23:00.001+03:002009-08-15T16:23:00.350+03:00NEED COOKEHNew banner! I made it just now. After I posted I realized this page looks old, so I thought I should make a header. It's so damn simplistic I'm not supposed to feel proud of myself. But I am! Top of the world, Ma. Top. Of. The. World. I just love stars. SoCal, I fucking love you. No one could really blame me if I wanted to stay here forever. Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-61063541639628109902009-08-15T07:33:00.005+03:002009-08-15T08:05:51.338+03:00Hold Your Fucking BreathWhen you're feeling anything less than hope, it's time. When your "right now" is dragging itself to the past, it's also time. When melancholy stealthily envelopes all the things you do, I think it's time. And if I knew what I was running from, I'd be gone in a matter of weeks.Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-8334909024109650972009-08-03T10:23:00.000+03:002009-08-03T10:24:05.795+03:00Dot, dot, dot.Live. I wanna live inspired.Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-57337636985968153072009-05-12T22:43:00.003+03:002009-05-12T22:47:47.860+03:00My EyesWe’ve all felt it. That fleeting moment so fiercely alive, yet unexplainably surreal. That defining instant of clarity, powerful enough to suspend time. That crushing awareness…rendering us motionless and quiet.It is in these moments that we are perpetually inspired.Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-45583259930352970892009-05-07T14:35:00.003+03:002009-05-07T14:41:11.240+03:00Meet Me At The BottomPure awesomeness. iTunesLast.fmMyspaceMeeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-22105231052336719332009-03-16T19:07:00.003+03:002009-03-16T19:08:47.176+03:00PesticideGive me something to live for and I'll die for it.Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-89920871639608730042009-02-13T23:48:00.006+03:002009-02-14T01:43:28.086+03:00Kinda Late for the Best of 08 ListsAlbums of 2008 that I will enjoy for a very long time: (In no particular order)- "A Fire So Big the Heavens Can See it" by Search the City- "Movement" by Thieves and Villains- "The '59 Sound" by The Gaslight Anthem (Come on, who doesn't love it?)- "Conditions" EP by Conditions- "Forever Comes Too Soon" by The Years Gone By- "Find Yourself Here" by The Scenic- "Life Left to Go" by SafteySuit- "Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-19728287094994251502009-02-05T02:26:00.003+03:002009-08-15T08:07:02.209+03:00Cover Up<!--StartFragment--> One of the things that I hate the most. The tug at the chest, the stinging in your eyes, the moment where the air that you breathe feels like a hundred million daggers and you cannot help but open your mouth and gasp for air. Your breathing isn’t steady anymore, your head can’t think straight.You’ve got something burning inside you and being in the freezing cold doesn’t helpMeeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-75797992164446716142009-01-25T23:42:00.001+03:002009-02-05T17:03:26.384+03:00For Once, Then Something Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbsAlways wrong to the light, so never seeingDeeper down in the well than where the waterGives me back in a shining surface pictureMe myself in the summer heaven godlikeLooking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,Through the picture, a something white, Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800386747596117990.post-7466765489563824112009-01-20T18:44:00.002+03:002009-01-20T19:06:33.204+03:00I Am Nothing Like YouSome stop feeling love for all the places they come from.A person I will not become.A jaded liar, unforgivable.Some stop feeling love for every word that they once sung.May I never lose my youth and If I do, may I be forgettable.This is The Fallen.Meeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16795420900045193009noreply@blogger.com2