so ready for Christmas
Hillary Clinton embraces Aung San Suu Kyi following historic talks
Hoping this becomes Hillary’s signature expression. Kinda the way Taylor Swift is always looking surprised.
Robin van P3r5ie
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I wanted to share with you a memory of my friend Steve Jobs, a memory that in the days since his passing has come to represent how great of a guy he was, and how good he was to me.
I first met Steve in 2003, over the phone, when I cold-called him to tell him I was a devout fan of all things Apple…
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Jolene - Ray Lamontagne cover
“i found myself face down in the ditch, booze in my hair, blood on my lips” this was my August song. nothing had affected me as much in quite a while.
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Pretend - Secondhand Serenade cover
It seems all of these words
Couldn’t be further from the truth
How did I get here?
What did I do?
Your eyes, telling me lies
Making me find myself
While you have your agenda
A life to pursue
So please
Let me be free from you
And please, let me be free
I can face the truth
I’m blind to all of your colors
It used to be rainbows then
My eyes, where did they go to?
Why disappear?
It’s hard to be all alone
I never got through your disguise
I guess I’ll just go
And face all my fear
So please
Let me be free from you
And please, let me be free
I can face the truth
Put down your world
Just for one night
Pick me again
So please
Let me be free from you
And please, let me be free
I can face the truth
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congratulations to RVP on his 100th Arsenal goal!
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in solemn remembrance
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“Jolene”
Cocaine flame in my bloodstream
Sold my coat when I hit Spokane
Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes in the early morning rain
Lately my hands they don’t feel like mine
My eyes been stung with dust, I’m blind
Held you in my arms one time
Lost you just the same
Jolene
I ain’t about to go straight
It’s too late
I found myself face down in the ditch
Booze on my hair
Blood on my lips
A picture of you, holding a picture of me
in the pocket of my blue jeans
Still don’t know what love means
Still don’t know what love means
Jolene
Ah, La, La, La, La, La
Jolene
Been so long since I seen your face
or felt a part of this human race
I’ve been living out of this here suitcase for way too long
A man needs something he can hold onto
A nine pound hammer or a woman like you
Either one of them things will do
Jolene
I ain’t about to go straight
It’s too late
I found myself face down in the ditch
Booze in my hair
Blood on my lips
A picture of you, holding a picture of me
In the pocket of my blue jeans
Still don’t know what love means
Still don’t know what love means
Jolene
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
Jolene
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
Jolene
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“Who Says” - a John Mayer cover
Who says I can’t get stoned?
Turn off the lights and the telephone
Me in my house alone
Who says I can’t get stoned?
Who says I can’t be free?
From all of the things that I used to be
Re-write my history
Who says I can’t be free?
It’s been a long night in New York City
It’s been a long night in Baton Rouge
I don’t remember you looking any better
But then again I don’t remember you
Who says I can’t get stoned?
Call up a girl that I used to know
Fake love for an hour or so
Who says I can’t get stoned?
Who says I can’t take time?
Meet all the girls on the county line
Wait on fate to send a sign
Who says I can’t take time?
It’s been a long night in New York City
It’s been a long night in Austin too
I don’t remember you looking any better
But then again I don’t remember you
Who says I can’t get stoned?
Plan a trip to Japan alone
Doesn’t matter if I even go
Who says I can’t get stoned?
Mmhmm
It’s been a long night in New York City
It’s been a long time since 22
I don’t remember you looking any better
But then again I don’t remember, don’t remember you
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“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
— C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
“glad i was spared the misery of stepping out to witness the shambolic and the abysmal. never thought i’d see this day- spectacular, catastrophic implosion of a boy’s dream lived for too long.”
— (i sent this to one of my friends right after catching the match from home)
