February 2011
“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
—Robert Frost (via human-voices)
Falling Into You
Mae
I’m a sucker for good instrumental music. This song is incredibly beautiful.
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“Go easy on you. When things go wrong, remind yourself it’s your first time through this life. Now go have a great weekend, ya goof.”
—~ John Mayer (via gatekeeper)
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The Last Song I'm Wasting On You
Evanescence
“The Last Song I’m Wasting On You”
This still remains to be one of the most beautiful and honest songs I’ve ever heard (and is not the easiest to sing, might I add).
“In the same way the soldier loads a shell into the chamber, the same way a writer bleeds on the page, we are all breaking pieces of ourselves in desperate pleas to be remembered. We put ourselves into our work because we know that it will survive much longer than any of this; it will at least outlast what hope we have. And when these bodies break we will still live long in our wounds, smeared on this world as they may be.”
—A small part of a story that I’m currently writing. (via elijahteitelbaum)
