Someone get me one of these.
I mean, tell me first. So I can prepare. I might die of adorable if you don’t at least give me fair warning.
How do you know when it’s over?"Gunnar Ardelius (I Need You More Than I Love You And I Love You To Bits)
“Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.
The less you know, the sounder you sleep.
I’ll agree with that. A lot.
Blood Bank - Bon Iver
Beautiful song.. I could listen to it forever. On a Bon Iver kick again, so sit tight with me for a bit. We’ll work through it eventually.
Also, this video is kinda exactly the scenery I always imagine goes along with the music.
I don’t know how long I can stay in the coastal region.
These six panels just spurred a 30 minute daydream for me (even though it’s dark out??) It’s a really interesting thought…
Shakey Graves - Word of Mouth
One of my favorite songs lately. I especially love the lyrics. The options and alternatives sort of speaks to how I sometimes I feel my thoughts progress.
Anyway, hope you enjoy it.
This means a lot to me.
Yes, a man is a dangerous thing. So is a scalpel. It can wound you or it can save your life. You don’t make it safe by making it dull; you put it in the hands of someone who knows what he’s doing.John Eldredge, Wild at Heart [via rainydaysandblankets]
thenderson asked: Do you think that you would be friends with you? Why or why not?
No, probably not, honestly.
Let’s list the reasons why: I think I’m self-centered, I don’t show how much I care about people, I can be pushy, nonchalante, and insensitive. I have a bad habit of looking into people’s eyes for too long when they don’t appreciate it, and not paying attention when I should. I’m not very funny. I’m moody. I have a hard time being on the same level at the same time as most people. I have an annoying voice. I slur my speech and talk to fast. I don’t explain things very well. I exaggerate. I have lied just to see what happens. I ignore facts about my past and put up walls to keep people out.
So no, I wouldn’t be friends with me because everything that I do wrong are the same things that irritate me about other people.
I think I’d also be pretty boring.
Also I wanted to end this on a positive note saying something like “but it’s all the more reason I keep the friends I do have so close.” But I kinda got rid of and pushed away a lot of those, too…
Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.. -Ray Bradbury [via Moustaches Optional]
What Makes A Man // City and Colour
A beautiful song.
There are two people you’ll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.
So I read this three times. My first instinct was that I had a problem with the idea it gives. The second time I read through, I felt like there was a good point. The third time I read it, I decided something is really bothering me about this.. and I can’t decide what it is. Maybe I’ll write about it later. For now, something’s bothering me.