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It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.

-Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid

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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

balare:

Local Natives - Who Knows Who Cares

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Things to do with the person you like:

  • go camping
  • bake cookies
  • make mix CD’s
  • send letters
  • watch old black and white horror films
  • run in the fields
  • go to a diner at 2AM
  • take a hike
  • paint on each other
  • go to your favorite places
  • kiss in the library
  • blast ‘Sweet Disposition’ in the car at night
  • draw ugly monsters

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privatism:

(by cade bowman)

I don’t know why I like this so much. 

privatism:

(by cade bowman)

I don’t know why I like this so much. 

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I wasted ink drawing hearts on my homework that shouldn’t have been for you.

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This song has been stuck in my head for days.
I can’t find Joshua Michael Robinson’s cover of it, rats..
But I found these two.
They do a nice job.

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where do you go when you’re lonelywhere do you go when you’re blue

where do you go when you’re lonely
where do you go when you’re blue

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Can I try you on for a day? See how well the spaces of you fill in the spaces of me, see how your skin feels against my skin, or what it feels like when our noses collide in an awkward manner? Can I try you on for a day? Feel the warmth of what it’s like on a winter day with your arms around my arms or the cool sweat underneath your chin with my head tucked underneath it during a summer heat wave? Can I try you on for a day and wear your legs wrapped around my legs like it’s the only blanket I’ll ever need? Uncover all the stories in your laugh lines, connect all the constellations you hold inside your palms? Can I try you on to keep? Fix the loose pieces of you when you get tattered and torn from much too much constant wear, from being my favorite, for being such an irreplaceable thing? Because nothing has fit like the way that you have, like the way I know you always will fit, just right, somehow, on me.

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