Derivatives of the Soul

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Autumn leaves
Keith jarret playing Autumn leaves

If the world is cold, make it your business to build fires.



In those moments of doubt…


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You could surely mend it…

Billie Holiday - Body And Soul (Verve Records 1957)
"Body and Soul" is a popular jazz song featured on Billie Holidays album with the same title. "Body and Soul" was written in New York City for the British ac…

bringing back the letter
If you were here, we’d be sitting together with our toes in the water. I’d tell you about that dream I had where my woodworking was featured in a print magazine. You’d tell me about the latest chap…

Hermione, Her Mind

…She had returned a quarter of an hour later with the silvery cloak folded carefully…

This Is My Secret: In the New York Public Library During a Thunderstorm
"Then, at last, sitting on her stretcher-bed, she took from the very bottom of her pack an old peacock-blue scarf folded around a heavy, square book. She unwrapped it and opened it very carefully, as if guilty secrets might fall from between its pages like pressed flowers.

While there may be a love worth fighting for & maybe a love worth dying for, eternally this heart is searching for a love worth living for.
Rachel Wolchin (via kushandwizdom)

1. Why We Crave Horror Movies—By Stephen King. I think that we’re all mentally ill; those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better – and maybe not all …

Can The Cool Be Loved? (Audio)
iTunes: Amazon: Google Play: Music video by Chrisette Michele performing Can T…

Joshua’s Troop- “Just Want To Please You”
Joshua’s Troop- “Just Want To Please You” From their album “JT3” New Haven Records buy on Amazon:

No-Maddz | Pilot Through The Clouds | Jussbuss Acoustic | Episode 8
No-Maddz perform Pilot Through The Clouds in this video from Jussbuss Acoustic:…

Every reader finds himself. The writer’s work is merely a kind of optical instrument that makes it possible for the reader to discern what, without this book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself. -Marcel Proust, novelist (1871-1922)