(au∫tin)sibly sensible

technicoloring:

there are times that walk from you, like some passing afternoon. summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon. and she chose a yard to burn, but the ground remembers her. wooden spoons, her children stir, her bougainvillea blooms.

there are things that drift away, like our endless, numbered days. autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made. and she’s chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings. sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves.

there are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass. springtime calls her children, till she’s let them go at last. and she’s chosen where to be, though she’s lost her wedding ring. somewhere near her misplaced jar of bougainvillea seeds.

there are things we can’t recall, blind as night that finds us all. winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls. but my hands remember hers, rolling ‘round the shaded ferns. naked arms, her secrets still like songs I’d never learned.

there are names across the sea, only now I do believe. sometimes, with the windows closed, she’ll sit and think of me. but she’ll mend his tattered clothes, and they’ll kiss as if they know. a baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone.

IRON & WINE - “Passing Afternoon”
day 16: a song that makes you cry

imnickle:

allfangsandelbows:shotgunkaity:bloodbankk:weneedvices:youarethesea:

MGMT vs. Snow Patrol- Chasing Kids
this is one of the best mixes i’ve ever heard. it’s beautiful.

indierawk:

Lenka - Gravity Rides Everything (Modest Mouse Cover).

“It all will fall, fall right into place.”

Musical Xanax.

“Summer 78”, Yann Tiersen