February 2011
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if you know this song, you get a fucking huge high...
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homework? you must be joking
there’s way too much tv to watch
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i'm going to go teach myself to play brothers on a...
i need to write so badly but the words just aren’t coming
forget trying to be productive
i’m watching into the wild…again. i can’t get enough of that movie.
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i find it so fascinating, how bodies crave each other
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mumford & sons - unfinished business (white...
i am unsettled
it’s the only way i can think of to describe this. unsettled.
Alice Fisher meets Charlie Fink, Noah and the... →
this is so sad, but i love how emotional he is. it makes their music so much more special knowing their story.
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Everything Bon Iver: Lying in Pine Groves →
theworldtree:
There’s this..thing I just can’t shake. I keep thinking back to Tim and suicide and how is it that so many of us just want to die. I still can’t understand what it is in our space that clouds us, at times, with such hopelessness. I used to think it was the weather. Winters in…
once i drove through decatur. i was so excited because of the sufjan stevens song. now every time i listen to it, i close my eyes and i’m in the car with my bare feet up on the dash whipping past that sign.
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i feel like blackberry stone is about charlie fink
i was really listening to the words the other day and the line “i’d be sad that i never held your hand as you were lowered” stuck out to me, seeing as though noah and the whale have a song called “hold my hand as i’m lowered”. the more i think about it i realize i’m probably not the only person who has figured this out, but i thought it was worth sharing....
trick myself into believing nothing hurts
how long can i keep this up
don’t be afraid, you’re already dead
soldier on
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Laura Marling - Blackberry Stone
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this song is so fucking great
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All too soon we’ve come to bloom Blown about and dusty rivers And pointed skywards, scrape the heavens And should we end before we’re shriven And call the names that we’ve been given Grown in cities long since abandoned Blown to pieces and thrown at random This is what we see while standing Long before the thought of landing Oh this world was made for ending
