coldharbour
I am a small town, you are a tornado
and down the high street you tear into me
bring down the powerlines and you twist the heart right out of me
even my house couldnt stand the state
I am a small town, you are a tornado
and down the high street you tear into me
bring down the powerlines and you twist the heart right out of me
even my house couldnt stand the state
It does not matter how slow you go so long as you do not stop

(photograph via Tracy Condidorio)
I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you
(words via florence + the machine)
“There’s a new billboard outside Time Square. It keeps an up-to minute count of gun-related crimes in New York. Some goofball is going to shoot someone just to see the numbers move.”
(Photo via Isabel. Quotation via David Letterman about gun crime in New York City.)
“If you ain’t got heart, you ain’t got nada.”
“This is a bright mundo, my streets, my barrio de noche, with its thousands of lights, hundreds of millions of colors mingling with noises, swinging street sound of cars and curses, sounds of joys and sobs that make music.
If anyone listens real close, he can hear its heart beat–”
“Pops, how come me and you is always on the outs?
Is it something we don’t know nothing about?
I wonder if it’s something I done, or something I am.”
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.
It is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you.
It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.
Theodore Roosevelt