November.
november.
the front porch. november. oakland. the chill of autumn. ocean blue soaked clouds. lampshades in windows. an american flag in the hood. the blinking red lights on the top of matching buildings. the soft hum of asphalt against rolling cars. the smoke of a girl as i exhale.
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This Thursday in Oakland.
This Future Islands tune is so fucking sweet. Like Sunday-happy-morning-time sweet. Off their On the Water LP. Out since October, we've all been lagging. Sit back and relax now. You've got contentment on your hands. Every little thing is gonna be all right.
last song.
Giving credit where credit it due: this particular heartbreak is one of the greatest heartbreaks of all time.
The thing about it was I always knew. I knew exactly what I was getting into.
I was me - being sweet to the most beautiful, challenging, and ultimately infuriating person I have ever met.
If I had the choice, I'd probably do it all over again.
Fucking silly, really.
I was always thinking of games I was playing...
St. Etienne, the early 90s English indie-dance act that inexplicably covered a Neil Young classic and garnered their first and only US club hit. Here's "Only Love Can Break Your Heart."
Today’s ruling completes the work of the Windsor decision, which was followed by decisions that brought marriage to thirty-seven states, and of countless small struggles and conversations and commitments. And it is, too, an epilogue to scenes from the AIDS crisis, when partners who were legal strangers were shut out of hospital rooms. With this decision, there’s a different destiny. People like going to weddings, because they know what they mean, and for the chance to witness happiness. And five judges are enough to plan a wedding party.
Amy Davidson, writing on the Supreme Court’s decision that same-sex marriage is a Constitutional right.
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