andahappynew-year:

itsmorifarty:

biologytextbook:

when someone taller than you hugs you and you kind of put your head on their chest and it feels really protective and warm like godamn if thats not the greatest shit in the world

alternatively, being the taller person and resting your chin on their head is so comforting because you feel like their protector and it’s like they need you and you feel wanted for a moment if brief and i just think thats equally as nice

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Lotte Kestner - Falling Snow

Come down from your mountain
You’ve been gone too long
If you will then you should say so
Don’t leave me hanging on

Out from the open window
We could hear you breathing
Hold on but it does not hold on
Every mountain falls

Somebody said you would be gone
Somebody said you would be gone
Somebody said you would be gone
Somebody said you would be gone

Hold on but it does not hold on
Every mountain falls

cpleblow:

feet dry/feet wet

cpleblow

I once had a dream I was the waves washing up against the shore…but instead of sand, the beach was full of colorful, smooth river rocks and pebbles, and the water was absolutely crystal clear…

I didn’t have to think, or move, or exert any effort at all…just float in absolute relaxation, tumbling in the flow of the tides against the shore, and back out…

I want to find that dream again…

(via marcelxo)

Lotte Kestner - Falling Snow

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUZwA1Z9Q-0


Come down from your mountain
You’ve been gone too long
If you will then you should say so
Don’t leave me hanging on

Out from the open window
We could hear you breathing
Hold on but it does not hold on
Every mountain falls

Somebody said you would be gone
Somebody said you would be gone
Somebody said you would be gone
Somebody said you would be gone

Hold on but it does not hold on
Every mountain falls

(Source: Spotify)

Lotte Kestner, True Faith cover

I used to think that the day would never come

I’d see the light in the shade of the morning sun

My morning sun is the drug that brings me near

to the childhood I lost, replaced by fear

I used to think that the day would never come

that my life would depend on the morning sun

…that the day would never come…

First date with a guy…first time being with a guy…first time believing I had a real boyfriend over the holiday season, someone to look forward to seeing again…first time I felt I had found someone to give the stars to…

…first heartbreak…

…first recovery….first realization that we were too different for it to have worked in the long run anyway…

…and now, feeling just as alone as late November.  

Seems its been a season of firsts…of hard earned wisdom…and topped with a cherry of just-a-little-too-late…

Almost…almost…a season of missed connections…

I think I want to stay lost in Lotte Kestner just a little longer before sleep comes.  Tomorrow will be better…I just need to not be okay tonight, at least for a little while.

Like a deer in mid-leap, poised, and wondrous, crowned by stars, he steps as light as quicksilver from the grass of the idyll, into memory, into myth.

So passes the glory of the world.

Yet the rain holds the keening of a thousand voices, across a thousand years:

"Great Pan is dead…Great Pan is dead…"

Be humble for you are made of earth.
Be noble for you are made of stars.

Serbian proverb (via showslow)

(Source: arpeggia, via drainthisdisease)