I'm very much down to earth, just not this earth

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Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time.

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Only you

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But we just coast on through, cause while I'm here with you, you know there's no place I'd rather be, no place I'd rather be.

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So this is what happens when I get locked out of the house for a few hours.... (Taken with Instagram)

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You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. Whenever it rains you will think of her.

**Neil Gaiman**

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Love is not breathlessness; it is not excitement; it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love”, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

**Louis de Bernières**

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It was only Cristina, as the last days of summer expired, who began to experience an old familiar stirring, a growing restlessness that she dreaded but recognised all too well.

Vicky Cristina Barcelona

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[jamie-frasered]

[kittymoose]

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Bon Iver Sydney Opera House 13 March 2012

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_re: Stacks,_ **Bon Iver** This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realisation It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away Your love will be safe with me