“am i then allowed to be upset about this?”
She asked.
“cause if not i guess i better find a way to get over it.”
Oh that feelin’s rising/
Rising over me/
Oh that song is singing’/
Singin’ in me/
Over everything/
I used to be
Oh that song is singin’/
Singin’ to me Slow and sweet/
It carries me/
Carries me/
Out to sea
And swallows me/
Into the deep/
And comforts me
Oh its all around me/
Its all I can see/
Even when I close my eyes/
Its holding me/
Oh that weight is liftin’/
Liftin’ on me
Oh that silence singin’/
Singin’ to me
The Cinematic Orchestra. ‘Breathe’.
She turned away in shame for all that she had changed to fit in.
She gets home, smiles at her dad, finds the darkest corner on the floor in her room, curls up and cries. And breathes, and thinks. And when thats over she gets up and life continues.
Bonjour, Montreal.
Kensington market. Oh-so-tumblr.
“Slow down / this night’s a perfect shade of dark blue / have you ever been alone in a crowded room / well I’m here with you / I said the world could be burning down”
And some photos speak for themselves.
My sanity is kept by the music that drowns out my misery. Life is good when i’m plugged in and the countryside calls out dreams about the life and people back home and all the things we could do together; all the things we could be.
