I will love you into caskets / and weave you into baskets / To cradle all my peeling thoughts / Of wisdom words in clawed out hopes / Of hollowed hands dug into dirt / Of hallowed strands restored toward hurt
I will love you into caskets / and weave you into baskets / To cradle all my peeling thoughts / Of wisdom words in clawed out hopes / Of hollowed hands dug into dirt / Of hallowed strands restored toward hurt
Freddie Mercury is something bigger than colorful, boozy parties and yellow leather jackets, and that’s why the movie made in honor of his life in 2018, Bohemian Rhapsody, should be praised for its respectful and clever focus on the immortal performer’s musical legacy.
Wednesday. My eyes were opened to the world right here. I see every sunrise and -set, while others pay attention to more trivial activities, such as… Well, I can’t think of any examples right now. The point is: today is Wednesday.
Mental health. Yikes. That’s a subject no one wants to discuss in broad daylight. And why? Mostly because it has become a topic in today’s society which is deemed only to be talked about in desperate moments of drunken stupor between faceless individuals.
Summer is drawing to an end and both school and work await. Kick the autumn off with this playlist!
For the previous issue of BTSB I wrote an article which touched on the difficulties of working solo. Since then I’ve had some emotional encounters that really hit home the importance that belonging to a community and feeling like you’re a part of something has for us as humans. Time and time again the same theme seemed to play the leading role in these stories of human fate…
And soon was Aurora riddled and rooted, / with an affliction so sly, soft, and smoothed. / We sent our Aurora to the Kingdom of Delirium.
It happened once in a dream;
I was chasing your tail lights
through the eye of the hurricane,
the radio played your favorite song as I lost control
I am notoriously bad with plants. Gradually I gave up on them. I was sure I just wasn’t cut out to keep plants if I couldn’t even keep a cactus alive. And here I am now, the owner of six more or less thriving air plants.
The 1920s. Helsinki. Live singing. Murder. These are four of my favourite things – all of which and more The Alexander Theatre offers Finnish musical devotees with their 2019 production “Iloisten Sielujen Hotelli”. Paradoxically, the performance was both thoroughly enjoyable and entertaining and painfully sunk in humdrum mediocrity.