That’s when my baby found me
I was three days on a drunken sin
I woke with her walls around me
Nothin in her room but an empty crib
And I was burnin up a fever
I didn’t care much how long I lived
But I swear I thought I dreamed her
She never asked me once about the wrong I did

When, my, time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I’ll crawl home to her

― Hozier
He held her hand and she gave him such a look that he whispered her name aloud.
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Diamond As Big As The Ritz (via borrowingbones)
The world doesn’t make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?
― Pablo Picasso (via thatblokematti)
Mostly, I’m dumb with helpless wonder at the peculiarities of human existence.
― Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries (via fleurstains)

I’m sorry,
Can’t make your party
I’ll be busy burning

And I’m afraid
I’d kill your lover
While your back was turned

Oh

So this is where you wanted to be
And it’s a goddamn shame that you’re not here with me
And I can’t see your face anymore
But if I could, it wouldn’t look like before
Look like

The thought of your hands
On his chest
Makes my stomach itch

And I see pictures now
Of the two of you
And it makes me sick

Oh

Damn, I love you
Damn, I love you
Damn, I love you
Damn, I love
Damn, I love
Damn, I love
Damn, I love
You

― Keaton Henson “Party Song”
It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read.
― Lemony Snicket (via quotes-shape-us)
If you must die sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life’s best part.
― You by Keaton Henson (via kierene)
And I see war on the screen
and it’s cruel and unclean,
but I still worry more about you.
― Keaton Henson, Flesh and Bone (via dominicmatthew)
I think the biggest thing I hope comes through with the songs in empathy for the fact that we’re all kind of in this together. And whatever plight or suffering you might feel, or have endured—everyone else has too. Maybe worse. Maybe more. Maybe less. I think that’s one great function of music and art and communicating through this abstract symbolism, is just that it can ring really true. It can soften the blow of living. You can realize that, OK, maybe some of life is completely unpleasant. But the fact that you can understand it and you can see it in other people and you can empathize with them, it softens the blow. I know that’s what I get out of listening to music.
― Conor Oberst, 2004 (via annotatedconoroberst)