Am I So Dear? Do I Run Rare? @jonewsom - Tumblr Blog

heikeee

literally cried on the train listening to her speech when she talks about her dad... much love to this woman

seconddoubt

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selkiesparrow

What a historical day!!! MAY 27 is now the OFFICIAL JOANNA NEWSOM DAY

seaslugsapphic

And I WILL be celebrating every year

farm-lesbian

IT IS THE DAYYY I WAIT WITH MY EARS COCKED UP LIKE A GUN (LIKE EVERY DAY OF, COURSE) YANKED BY MY WRIST TO THE SUGARFRONT COURT YARD NOW TELL ME WHAT HAVE I DONE? SEEMS I HAVE STOLEN A HORSE!!!! AND I STEP TO THE GALLOWS. WHO DO YOU THINK THAT YOU AREEEEE — ARCHING YOUR HOOVES LIKE A CRANE, IN THE SHALLOW GUTTER THAT LINES THE BOULEVARDS, CROWDED WITH FOLKS WHO JUST STARE AS I HANG? IT’S ALL THE SAME. KINDNESS COMES OVER ME, WHAT WAS YOUR NAME? IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE I’M GLAD THAT YOU CAME. FOREVER I’LL LISTEN TO YOUR GLAD NEIGHING

sorrydetka

who made you this way? who made you this way?who is going to bear your beautiful children? do you think you can just stop when you're ready for a change? who will take care of you when you're old and dying?

uglyseason

Starting to think that life is thundering blissful towards death in a stampede……..

farm-lesbian

maybe we’ll get new joanna newsom in 2026

burntclay

seaslugsapphic

Thinking about this performance again, and how unbelievably amazing it is. She’s pouring her whole heart into it. The way the stage lights make her hair match the gold color of her harp. The way the mic feedback cuts out on that note where the band joins in. The way she rests her head against the harp and looks so peaceful even as her hands are dancing perfectly on the strings. The pan over to the band. The tears in her eyes at the end. It’s so intricate and so honest. Ugh this is absolutely perfect and I love it so much.

Going to therapy until Goose Eggs stops making me cry

televisionenjoyer

diosapate

there is a blacksmith and there is a shepherd and there is a butcher-boy and there's a barber who's cutting and cutting away at my only joy i saw a rabbit as slick as a knife and as pale as a candlestick and i had thought it'd be harder to do but i caught her and skinned her quick held her there kicking and mewling upended unspooking unsung and blue told her 'wherever you go little runaway bunny i will find you' and then she ran. as they're liable to do.