“Someone left a phone with a busted screen in a road-stop toilet stall. I’d pulled in while driving home after making a delivery and i needed coffee. This photo was the only thing on it.”
““I put my hand on Taako’s shoulder to help brace him.” “I throw myself down and wrap my arms around his legs to hold him down.” “I reach into my fuckin bag and grab my immovable rod. I’m not goin fuckin anywhere.””
— TAZ, Episode 69 (via galacticallyconfused)
Mystery of Love by Sufjan Stevens except you’re standing in the open field outside of your cabin just after sunrise. You’re waiting for your lover to return home from a trip, and the song plays distantly from your porch.
dark light makes me feel infinite; the streetlight kind that peeks through sheer curtains at midnight, the natural dull clay-light of the sky at 4:58am, sitting in the shadows when the down lights are low in the next room, making tea in the kitchen with only the soft blue stove fire to barely light the immediate area; there is infinity in the near-total darkness, infinity with the hopeful almost-light.
Landslide by Fleetwood Mac except it’s playing through your car’s old radio cassette player as you drive alone through the desert at night. As far as you can tell, the nearest human life has got to be wherever that distant thunder is rolling in.
requested by @kawaiidesuyolo
This brought me instant peace.
there’s something about the sight of steps leading down into the water. it feels like the ocean telling me to come home
That’s how the Sirens get you
