pictures of you stack up in my gut.
When I see your name written down or hear the sound
It’s hard to take that first breath
when my body, like some forsaken hound, remembers
you’re not around.
Lily. Ex-Salt Lake City resident. Waiting for my centurion. A knack for bad timing. A harbinger of fine dreams. White Lily of Stalingrad. Scarlet sky-warrior. Deep blue adventure diver. Quidditch romantic. Pumpkin head. Observer. Nomad. Artist. Love theorist. Shaman. Giving consent to the horror, pain, and beauty of the world.
i coulda been a contendor i coulda been somebody
Sly Fox.
i coulda been a contendor i coulda been somebody
Sly Fox.
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Mood reflection.
Today’s creation.
iPhone recording. -
Overwhelming
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meow.
Sending out a ‘mrooooow!’ the collective cry of sad kitty loneliness and celebration to the end of a crummy day.
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Keep your body clean and pressed
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Fake religion - 27 December 2011
It was not my body that was sick
It was not my lungs, not my eyes
It was my soul, but I have to admit
I was out of breath, I was blind
Done with the medicine
Done with the reckless gin
Empty covenants
No more hollow tin
Thought I was a sturdy mountain
I was weak, rotting inside
But you move oceans, you move mountains
Raised from death, raised to life
Done with the medicine
Done with the ego inside
No more fake religion
No more hollow lies
Whatever you see
Oh it ain’t “just me”
If ever I boast
Point your eyes higher
However you breathe
No matter how full
Before you can inhale him
Empty your lungs
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Get you in my arms and never letting go.
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imflylikequidditch asked: WRITE A SONG ABOUT ME
YES OKAY OKAY!
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Good material
As I crochet and watch Parks and Recreation,
I’d love if everyone could fill my inbox with good ideas for song lyrics. Inspire me. I’m on a song writing wild fire phase right now. Fill it with good ideas or love or words of wisdom. Anything. I love everyone I know. It’s slightly a disease but more of a blessing.
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Vagabond, am I, am I, am I foolish
There is nothing I like better than helping a friend through hard times late at night when I can’t sleep either.
I love writing songs and I love keeping my hands busy.
Later today I will be playing a few songs of my own at my friend’s benefit concert. I’ve never performed my own for an audience before. That is, any audience besides my three’s greatest crew, with whom singing and jamming in the acoustic friendly living room in my southern home is a daily thing. Banjo, piano, guitar. Soul mates making tea and hot cocoa as another plays the soundtrack to your life as you sit beside him and hum along. Today’s gonna be great but I’m nervous as hell. -
and I want to love my body more than I love you
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