saturday song

the xx feat. florence welsh, you've got the love.

oh, how i love this song. and oh the memories, they bring a smile to face every single time i hear this song. 

sunday song

cat power, wonder wall.

we think alone

ever so often i stumble upon miranda july. i read her book no one belongs here more than you. twice actually. first in german a couple of years ago. and then i missed miranda's stories and felt like reading some more and asked for a book of her's for my birthday. my brother gave me this book and of course i read it, only realizing why the stories felt so familiar with the very last story.

and then there's learning to love you more. a collection of tasks to learn and find about the people and things around us. and about your self. it's sweet and it really makes you or well, me at least, want to be researcher and spend more time investigating. photograph a scar and write about it, record your own guided meditation, take a picture of strangers holding hands, give advice to yourself in the past, make an encouraging banner ... i think i love it so much because it has all these real stories in store for us. those of strangers and at the same time those that are our own.

i signed up to we think alone a couple of weeks ago. every week now i receive an email, or better a collection of ten emails dedicated to one topic. you get to peek into someone else's life, it feels special reading a personal thing like an email that's not meant for you. this week i received 'a sad email'. so emational, delicate and lovely. six more weeks to go. you can still sign up.

saturday song

björk, all is full of love

letters

Last night I stumbled upon this amazing blog letters of note, correspondence deserving a wider audience. I got so immersed in reading these personal, deep and lovely letters, time just slipped away. Finally I lay awake in bed thinking about the great value of receiving a hand-written note from a loved one in the distance. And how lucky I am to receive one every once in a while. It also left me with the intention of writing letters and notes more often. But what stuck with me most was the notion of being especially thankful and emotional about the letters from my parents.
So here's a small collection of letters from parents to their children.

Ted Hughes to his 24 year old son Nicholas: Live like a mighty river
Ronald Reagan to his 26 year old soneMichael before his wedding: Love, Dad
F. Scott Fiztgerald to his 11 year old daughter Scottie: Things to worry about
Leo Babauta: Advice to my children

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marina and ulay

'Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again.

At her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, where she shared a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing and this is what happened.' (via zengarage)

touching. and lovely. oh. without words.

valentines

are you doing something for valentine's? with your one special person or a very special friend?
i - or i guess i should say we - have never celebrated this day. i just don't think you need a day like this to show that you love someone. nevertheless it can be a nice reason to do so, additionally.
instead of doing something particular, i'll go home to cologne to see my friends, my love and get some wedding planning done. i haven't been home since christmas and i am super excited to see, hug and hang out with my friends.

anyway, i love this idea, this card and always the simple gesture of giving flowers.