This song sounds like a Saturday, smack dab in the middle of the week. The weekend routines, coming a few days early - long coffee mornings and the neighbors walking the dogs. Despite the pessimism about holiday consumerism, certain days make our intentions so obvious. I want to make you happy, I wanna make you feel alive.
weekend reading | on companionship:
- Harvey and Eddy remind that me all you really need is one good friend.
- eighty-seven year old Misao and her best friend of a decade, Fukumaru the cat. (via Sho & Tell)
- Fiona Apple's letter about her dying dog "I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time."