let music by thy medicine

lyrics and grunge aesthetic

[betherainbow-insomeonescloud]

When down her weedy trophies and herself

Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; 

And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: 

Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; 

As one incapable of her own distress, 

Or like a creature native and indued

Unto that element: but long it could not be

Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, 

Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay

To muddy death. 

[ben-brnes]

Little Lion Man, Mumford And Sons.

[xmikaelaa-deactivated20150107]

[leahberman]

sanguine

instagram

[lyrics-n-shit]

[shawngaryspencer]

My mind: a mess.

My body: a mess.

My room: a mess.

My life: a mess.

My music taste: a fucking masterpiece of perfection and all that is good.

[betherainbow-insomeonescloud]

[wongikim]

somewhere in Alaska

[ampphoto]

A journey through the misty trees

ampphoto.tumblr.com

instagram.com/aaronmphotos/

[allcapslyhrics]

fire n gold // bea miller

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

James Dean and Lois Smith Screen Test for East of Eden (1955)

[falsedetective]

5 years ago i was a fucking mess & now i’m a fucking mess but at peace with it and with cooler fashion sense

[milaguan]

[coral]

[xxcats-eyesxx]

[gatabella]

Vivien Leigh

[anotic]