
What does it mean?! What does it mean?
Well I will tell you what it doesn’t mean first.
The immediate question from any adult’s mouth might be,
‘Well what happens when you aren’t young anymore?’
What happens?! Haven’t you thought of that?!
Of course I have thought of that, I have thought of that every day since I was eight and my first dog died.
Every day since I started doubting God.
Every day I realized that my grandmother was getting old, that people were fragile.
That’s not the point though, the point is not to worry over growing old or death or dying or anything inevitable that strikes us in our feeble state that is human nature.
The point is to appreciate what we are right now.
Because, we are going to die. We are. Trust me, I know that as well as anyone.
But right now, we are anything but dead, if we allow ourselves to be.
I got this tattoo today with my best friend and I couldn’t be happier.
You’re just like me
Never gonna pick
One kind of fruit
Like a mushed banana on your tooth
And you like the sting of the cherry juice
And you never eat an apple that’s just one color
won’t you come outside, love?
won’t you come outside?
won’t you please be mine, love?won’t you come outside?
…I don’t think that
I like you anymore
but I found new feelings
at the feeling store
and I can’t find you
at our kissing place
and I’m scared of those new
pair of eyes you have

tagged: oh oh oh did you see the words animal collective lyrics feels tunes
do the elderly couples still kiss and hug and grab their big wrinkly skin so tough wrinkly wrink-wrink-wrinkly rough?

(Source: spookyteen)

tagged: Joanna Newsom Go Long lyrics this song is how i feel relevant love or something like it
if i knew you, once, now i know you less
in the sinking sand, where we’ve come to rest
have i had a hand in your loneliness?
Animal Collective - Winter’s Love
A false snow fall could ruin my day
Its mask hung from the street wire
i always reblog this song if i see it on the dash
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It does not suffice for you to say I am a sweet girl
Or to say you hate to see me sad because of you
It does not suffice to merely lie beside each other
As those who love each other do
Reno, Dakota
There’s not an iota of kindness in you
You know you enthrall me and yet you don’t call me,
It’s making me blue.

tagged: Esme Joanna Newsom lyrics poetry i don't understand how this woman is so amazing
In this hour of our lives,
our effortless plenty,
How do we know which parts of our hearts
want what with such base generosity?
Taking so many photographs, so amazed,
we’ve never seen a baby so newly born.
And the bulbs do flash as bright as morning;
this crowd keeps on gathering like an electric storm.
The phantom of love moves among us at will,
each phantom in us has got an angel.
So confused, like the wagging ghost tail of a bulldog,
kindness; kindness prevails.
