I first heard this guy when he was performing live during the iTunes Festival. He has a very powerful voice, but almost more so when he is singing live. Definitely an album I recommend checking out.
I can feel on my skin all the hours we put in Since my mind met your mind I can see up ahead there’s the mountain where you’ll say You are mine, you are mine You feel the ﬂames getting close your face And I’m scared of the deepest night These winter trees, they are dancing with dreams In their branches for you and I
who’s arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved”—I saw a comment underneath this once, reading “furthermore, i wonder who would still catch me” (via meggordon) Wow (via pehnumbra)
reality is a kill joy. its all fine and dandy until you realise that, someday, the boy you love, is going to love someone else, and one day he will marry some one else and have someone elses children, in someone elses house in someone elses town. basically hes going to be someone else, and you’ll be yourself. somewhere with someone. or possibly no one. its a certainty. like death and taxes.
“A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.”—John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via awelltraveledwoman)
“Self-definition has been a responsibility I’ve wholeheartedly taken on as mine. It’s never a duty one should outsource. Of this responsibility, writer and poet Audre Lorde said, ‘If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive.’ Self-definition and self-determination is about the many varied decisions that we make to compose and journey toward ourselves, about the audacity and strength to proclaim, create, and evolve into who we know ourselves to be. It’s okay if your personal definition is in a constant state of flux as you navigate the world.”—Janet Mock, Redefining Realness (via ceedling)
I love it when younger girls look up to older girls as role models and heroes. I love it when older girls enthusiastically support and protect younger girls. I love it when girls are psyched about the skills and accomplishments of other girls, I love it when girls compliment each other, take care of each other, encourage each other. I love it when girls realize how awesome and important they are. I love it when girls are fuckin’ pumped about girls.
please be gentle with the quiet souls. there are many of us, and our lips are bleeding. we are tender like new skin. we are unwavering on so few things. we will let other people use our kindness until we are made empty. ours is a fullmoon night, we are always giving.
please kiss us like you are scared we’ll slip off the face of this earth: we might. we are too soft and this world is too bright. please hug us and tell us that we’ll be alright. please don’t let go. please hold on tight.
please, when we break down and become black holes and try to swallow every solar system around us: please, do not run. we are so used to people stealing our breath and turning away when we have nothing left. we are so used to being puppets. we are so used to being used.
please, when we break, when we lash out like solar flares: please, be kind. remind us of the waves, of the woods, of the way our favorite song sounds. we will return to you. we just need to remember that spreading love is not a weakness. we just need to remember that it is not our fault when others leave us. we just need to remember that our nature to trust is too good to corrupt.
we are weak-hands and unsure words. but if you take care of us, we will be yours.
“If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart eventually your hearts will start beating at the same time. And two little babies in an incubator, their hearts will beat at the same time. Love that. So if you have somebody in your life that is prone to anxiety, like myself, and if you happen to be a calm person, you could come up and hug me heart to heart and my heart hopefully would slow to yours. And I just love that idea. Or maybe yours would speed up to mine. But either way, we’ll be there together.”—Andrea Gibson (via awelltraveledwoman)