"Close your eyes", Paruyr Sevak (translated by metamorphesque)
If you're curious to find out what the poem sounds like in Armenian (or what Armenian sounds like), here it is being read by a heavenly voice.
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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"Close your eyes", Paruyr Sevak (translated by metamorphesque)
If you're curious to find out what the poem sounds like in Armenian (or what Armenian sounds like), here it is being read by a heavenly voice.
“I want to be ripped apart by music. I want it to be something that feeds and replenishes, or that totally sucks the life out of you. I want to be dashed against the rocks.”
— Jeff Buckley
you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself
— Steven Espada Dawson, from Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brothers Heart (via lunamonchtuna)
This is madness, words by: @thesanitysipper
First post a little nervy
It’s amazing how a scent can trigger so many memories…
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what am I always so scared of.. like we’re all gonna die anyways just get out of your head for once
Literally always take headphones with you. If you decide that you probably won't need them today, that's the devil talking. You will. You will
(three decades into my life) sorry I wasn’t paying attention, can we start again?
my love language is the same as a crow. if you’re nice to me i’ll bring you useless little trinkets from my travels that made me think of you
"The horrors persist but so do libraries, books, iced coffee, sunsets, trees, the word 'fuck', the moon and the sea."
Joy Sullivan, from “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West