heartworm
n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.
Mastodon’s Leviathan on PIANO!!!
GENIUS
Joseph Kony and The Invisible Children sounds like an indie band
please watch this and don’t click “like”, click “reblog”.
I’m excited that this video has been reblogged over 2,000 times, and I’m really bummed that only 3 of my actual friends have reblogged it. Maybe it’s because I posted it late last night, so I’m putting it out there again.
I’m talking specifically to my friends and the people who follow me that haven’t reblogged this. Please watch. It’s important. Don’t just hit “like”. Pass it on. I’ll get back to posting my usual stupid, goofy pics and videos later, but for now, this is more important.
and for those of you who have watched and passed it on, thank you!
Please watch and share this.
All the goosebumps.
In case you’re too lazy to click the link in my post below, here it is embedded.
(via sade)
WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!
When you have everything in front of you and it all looks like it could be good….no…great, don’t start looking over your shoulder at what could be chasing you and convince yourself that something is actually there. Go forward and leave that world in your dust or that same dust will consume you.
Yes, I’M TALKING TO YOU (me)!!!!!!!
cheezin
a thousand miles can’t stop this.
a thousand hours can’t stall this.
a thousand warnings get dismissed.
i’m into it and it’s bliss.
Voiceless Life
Listening to the overall voice of music is how I have developed my ear. I used to listen to the lyrics and know all the words to albums (whether they were the right lyrics or not) and be able to sing along. Sometime in the mid/late 90s, I started listening to everything just a bit differently. I hear phrasings, layering, tones, harmonies, etc. much more than I ever did before. With this, I lost my ear for lyrics. They just sort of faded into the whole piece of music as another instrument and not as a focus. For years, I have had a pretentious notion that I don’t need to listen to lyrics because I can hear so many other things going on in the music. Yes, I am fucking stupid.
Why do I discredit the artistic abilities of lyricists and just lay them aside when discovering albums? I really have no good reason for it and what is worse, I have missed out for years. I have a lot of catching up to do. But is it limited to music? I am afraid not.
It only took me only minutes to realize that I have done this in my personal life; in what is arguably the best thing I ever had which in turn became my biggest regret. I never stopped to listen to what was actually being said but focused on everything else around me. What was right in my face was the essential point of what I needed in my life and I let it slip away by taking it for granted. If only it was so simple as plugging back in and listening to it all over again…
sigh….
Another night of wonder and awkward dry mouth/heart palpitations. Will it happen or am I just hanging on to what is not there?
