rosyln- bon iver and st. vincent
sea and the rock below
cocked to the undertow
bones blood and teeth erode, with every crashing node
wings wouldn’t help you
wings wouldn’t help you…down
down fills the ground, gravity’s proud.
sea and the rock below
cocked to the undertow
bones blood and teeth erode, with every crashing node
wings wouldn’t help you
wings wouldn’t help you…down
down fills the ground, gravity’s proud.
(Source: pixiemaster, via play-your-part)
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“I have often have wondered what kind of a person I would be today if I did not have these enormous guilts — if everything had gone easily and I had not made such horrific mistakes. I think I would have been the most awful, pontifical goody two shoes. I was really so smug, so sweet, so good, so spoiled — so intolerant of anybody else’s downfall. But tragedy, mistakes, and shame for your mistakes cannot leave you untouched. All the superficial things that one gave so much value to before — money, luxury, indulging in whims — calamity makes them seem so incidental. I swear to God I’d be just as happy living with Richard and the kids in a shack. And I treat the happiness I have now with great respect, great appreciation, because I know how fragile and precarious it is — how easily it can go.”
— Elizabeth Taylor
(Source: elizatittaylor, via thosechampagnekisses)
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