JUST BOUGHT TICKETS TO SEE WILCO, THE AVETT...
I can’t even contain my excitement.
losingacedia: Priests And Paramedics - Pedro the...
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me...– Walt Whitman, Song of Myself (via artgarfunkel-)
Life. It’s difficult for me to figure out when it got so complex. I’m not desiring to retreat back to simpler times or anything like that. I’m just hoping it will transcend into something a bit clearer. This period of life that I’m standing in right now is obscured by so much uncertainty. It feels as if every decision I make is life defining. From deciding what I’m...
I stare now into the abyss as it shakes, trying to hold the river still The wind runs through the branches Like the fingers of a lover Through the rugged locks of hair on my heavy head It’s dirty water And I think of Saturday’s service When we broke the body When we chewed the food When drank the blood When we passed the bottle And as one Bore the beat burdens of our brothers And dreamt of the...
Something I wrote.
simplisticfox: A chin raised, lips parted eyes moving steadily One light becomes thousands. Breathing. In, Out. The music of all Nature rings! It enters me. Rushing, Lingering. The prick of death is upon me I join the harmony Gushing red, I realize the balance. YES
letstouchthesky: Hard Believer | First Aid Kit ...
amethyste-heart: Lydia - A Fine Evening For A...
fishintheseatobirdsinthetree: Maybe it is completely irresponsible, but I’m going to spend the rest of my savings on the folk festival this summer. Every time I look at the lineup I get butterflies. SAME HERE GURL
This song is about my late friend, Collin, who took his life while we were...– Conor Oberst, on the song Poison Oak. (via whatthefishbone)
No art is possible without a dance with death…– Kurt Vonnegut Jr.- Slaughter House Five