I like art, coffee, education, feminism, food, literature, music, pets, politics, science, TV, and travel
occasionally, I try to write.
We both trail our own paths
But the grass has worn out our parting ways
And I used to think I rode with the devil
But I’m left on my own
Even he hasn’t shown up these days
Don’t cry my latest sin
I don’t buy that righteous being
Calm your worried soul
The demons and angels left us here all alone
Asaf Avidan, Different Pulses
If love is not a key, I hope that I can find a place where it could be.
I’ve had the Beirut Tiny Desk Concert open in a tab for at least a week now, and I’m finally listening to it now. This is such a great song!