At night I sit by the ocean’s edge, Cool sand upon my feet, the waves soothing my dreams In ways that I cannot
Words flow thru me like water. This is where I live.
Memories, like the day, Scorch the back of my neck and crash against the rocks In the places I come from
All of it spilling out, The destruction of light
Like the moment of creation, God’s wrath upon the earth, giving life to bone and ash In a forgotten church
Where love is Whispered by men.
<3
@infamouslyroggylives said I should post 5 songs I listen to frequently...since I have my car radio tuned to the classical station while I drive, I’m gonna have to go with a top fivish songs I will listen to no matter what. Maybe I sing along, maybe they make me think of people and situations. Let’s see what I came up with.
I’m gonna forgo the obvious (anything by Journey or Chicago) and dig a little:
Sailing - Christopher Cross *fun fact I actually listened to this while sailing once when I was in grade school and it made me very happy
Ghost - Indigo Girls *yes I 100% sing along to this and do all the harmonies, usually makes me tear up
Gett Off - Prince *literally everything about this UNF
Don’t Give Up - Peter Gabriel featuring Kate Bush *everyone needs a little quiet encouragement occasionally
Fades Like A Photograph - Filter *because I think of my friend when I hear this and that makes me very happy, do I cry? Maybe I do...
A little peek into my brain and heart. Enjoy!
I make it a point to tell anyone who asks how I am, that I am tired because I think honestly is important. I am tired. That’s an accurate answer.
Since Elon doesn’t know how anything works, he says things and then can’t follow through.
Prince Darling transformed into the monster. Henry Justice Ford from Prince Darling and Other Stories by Andrew Lang, New York: 1930.
Source: Internet Archive.
I got to have breakfast with a very dear friend of several decades this morning and it was fantastic. Among the much catching up that happened on both sides, he mentioned that there was a documentary that aired recently on HBO about the cult that his mom and sister are still in, so I went home and binge-watched all the episodes. It’s heart-breaking to see how much damage can be done to each other in the name of God. I cried for sure.
Council of foxes. Samuel Howitt from A New Work of Animals: Principally Designed from the Fables of Æsop, Gay, and Phædrus, London: 1811.
Source: Internet Archive.
July 20, 1955 — see The Complete Peanuts 1955-1958
GONE!
For some days that’s a really wonderful concept to embrace.
-vp
Good grieflyhood, I MISS READING ABOUT YOU CHUMPS! I miss reblogging beautiful houses and landscapes. I miss taking pics and showcasing them here. I feel ashamed that I was chased away by a bitter ex, that I stayed away for so long, that this wasn’t here as a comfort during the height of the pandemic for me.
Had to share this @WeHeartIt
Pretty sure that almost every cool account I used to follow doesn’t post anymore...I’m gonna have to do some cleaning up.
(via vpache)
September 23, 2009 was my first ever tumblr post for this account. It’s a line from a piece I wrote about the last day I spent with a friend before he moved away and it was later used as a song lyric by my friend’s band named Bank from Boise Idaho.
The beautiful old library inside Wells Cathedral, England
