First Train Home
Imogen Heap
imogen heap - first train home
February 2011
64 posts
January 2011
95 posts
Hello, You Have Reached The Winter Of Our Discontent (Pre-Prod)
Bones Like Snowflakes
Bones Like Snowflakes - Hello, You Have Reached The Winter Of Our Discontent (Pre-Prod)
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I think it’s funny the look I get when I tell some people I ride a bike. Usually because I guess they are surprised by the thought that I ride a motorcycle. Bike=/= motorcycle. And then when I explain to them I ride a bicycle, they usually have this “oh” reaction as if it’s all of suddenly detractive. And I always explain it like this. Why would I want to ride a motorized motorcycle, when I can use my own energy and strength to propel and move myself forward. Rather than use a simple throttle which only requires a lackluster twisting motion of the hands, I can use my the power of my legs. And that power has helped me reach 20-30mph or even a bit more sometimes. Just the thought of the capabilities of the human body, and the strength within ourselves continues to amaze me.
Truth. You elephant you.
My spirit animal is actually a fruit bat. Or so I’ve been told.
OMFG HAI CHRISHO! I MISS YOU AND YOUR DIMPLEZZZ! Lets see each other within THIS year... and not wait until like high school reunion. :(
Haha, your definitley right I’m sorry. We’ll see each other the next time I return home, and I’m sure our HS reunion won’t be for several more years.
“If you feel … that well-read people are less likely to be evil, and a world full of people sitting quietly with good books in their hands is preferable to world filled with schisms and sirens and other noisy and troublesome things, then every time you enter a library you might say to yourself, ‘The world is quiet here,’ as a sort of pledge proclaiming reading to be the greater good.”
—Lemony Snicket (via contrive)
Listening to the Inception soundtrack made the 5 hour drive back to LA for school feel like a dream. Hans Zimmer you’ve really outdone yourself.
“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesterdays are burried deep—leave it anyway except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can.”
—West with the Night, Beryl Markham (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
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I believe you're an old man trapped in a skinny kid's body.
I’m not sure how this is relevant to anything.
