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newsyork: Park Slope is very close to being officially extended to include parts of South Slope and Gowanus, with a parcel of contested Windsor Terrace space thrown in for good measure. In the coming Arenapocalypse, when South Slope grows strong with the exodus of proper Slopers fleeing the franchise encroachment that will come with the Barclays Center, we shall erect a great wall along 9th Street until they take our unsullied streets off their neighborhood’s roster. [via Curbed]

newsyork:

Park Slope is very close to being officially extended to include parts of South Slope and Gowanus, with a parcel of contested Windsor Terrace space thrown in for good measure. In the coming Arenapocalypse, when South Slope grows strong with the exodus of proper Slopers fleeing the franchise encroachment that will come with the Barclays Center, we shall erect a great wall along 9th Street until they take our unsullied streets off their neighborhood’s roster. [via Curbed]

But most of the time, my dear, I just feel like this

But most of the time, my dear, I just feel like this

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that others may not see as golden, that perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the rose, without, in the end, your being, your coming suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life, blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze: and it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, We will, come to be.

Pablo Neruda

She Tells Her Love by Robert Ranke Graves


She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.

from Rumi

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along.

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

—Tonight You Belong with Me cover

shoutincavalcade:

we realized we wouldnt ever be able to do a seriously good cover and we had a guitar, ukulele, and melodica and decided that capo-ing the classical guitar was the best option lol

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