the son of a holy man
you dream of the saints
so thin with your poet hands 
and your eyes of flame

and I’d like to kiss you
full on the mouth, I don’t care if you tell

lera lynn // wolf like me

gingerhaze:

Rivers and Roads | The Head and the Heart

A year from now we’ll all be gone

All our friends will move away

They’re going to better places

But our friends will be gone away.

Been talking ‘bout the way things change…

thiskid’snotalright ; awolnation

trouble’s coming for the free men
we’ll shake them, shake them with the free hand
so stand tall, shout out with me
do your dirty work without me
say you’re best when no one can see
stand up, catch fire with me
this kid’s not alright, but this kid’s not alright
i’ve been sleeping with these thoughts, man
i’ve been contemplating singing them, so
stand up, catch fire with me
this kid’s- this kid’s- this kid’s-
you can follow them to hell!
this kid’s not alright! this kid’s not alright!
i’m scared i may derail
you can follow them to hell!
you can follow them to hell!
you can follow them to hell!
but this kid’s not alright

arozza:

Weights & Measures - Dry The River 

the son of a holy man
you dream of the saints
so thin with your poet hands 
and your eyes of flame

and I’d like to kiss you
full on the mouth, I don’t care if you tell

Mehendi Rachi | Laura Marling, Mumford & Sons, and The Dharohar Project

lousverge:

Daughter / Human

Underneath this skin, there is a human
Buried deep within, there is a human
And despite everything, I’m still human…
But I think I’m dying here.

dyin’ day - anaïs mitchell

Be it ill or be it good?
Father, tell me
Makes you bind me hand and foot
Every day a dying day
Be it ill or be it good
Oh, my sweet babe
I am doing as I should
Every day a dying day

gingerhaze:

Orange Sky | Alexi Murdoch

Oh, but sister, you know I’m so weary

And you know sister, my heart’s been broken

Sometimes, sometimes my mind is too strong

To carry on.

what melody will lead my lover from his death?
what melody will see him in my arms again?

sleeping sickness ; city and color

someone come and, someone come and save my life

maybe i’ll sleep when i am dead, 

but now it’s like the night is taking sides

with all the worries that occupy the back of my mind

could it be this misery will suffice?