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Something New ;)

Please Reblog if you’d be so kind

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natsuki has a new page where you can follow his amazing adventures :) 

NATSUKI KURAI

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My absolutely beautiful friend and her incredibly contagious smile!

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i used to work in a bank.. 

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You are making a change in this big world mate! 

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a man who owns too much is like a song without a beat left feeling incomplete

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this guy is a legend. 

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a digital painting by push forwards.

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a digital painting by push forwards.

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Some say that, as an artist, your best work comes from within. Through all the twists and turns, and all the obstacles bounded over, I have become who I am today. That is how this project began – as a means to cope with life, with who I was. It all started off a little sideways for me: I had just returned from New York, where chasing my dreams occupied a great deal of my life at the time. All my life I thought New York City is what I wanted – I went to New York with a dream.

As it would unfold, dreams were far from my biggest problem, for I was soon diagnosed with Stage 2 Lung Cancer. What I had planned for myself quickly fell apart into sickness, small white rooms, and copious amounts of fitful sleeping. Some nights would prove to be better than others. Radiotherapy, for instance, had taken its toll on me through August of 2011.

It’s not my intention to garner sympathy or paint a morbid visual by throwing this out into the world – but, I think that it is necessary to set the stage. I want everyone to understand that this project does indeed come from within.

Mike’s music helped carry me through my sickness. All The Little Lights could not have been released at a more perfect time, because I certainly felt like I was running in the wrong direction. I found his words encouraging me to keep moving forward. I know it is not much, yet when you feel like you are alone in your suffering, and just aren’t quite ready to give up yet, simple words can be more than enough. I never really fully understood what his music meant to me, or just how much I could [...]

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I know a few people wanted me to write all about last night so here goes, I’ll probably end up rambling about nothing :p (This is in Hobart, Tasmania)

Mike had told me about a week ago that he wanted me to/I could go back stage. So I get to the show and this lady who really didn’t want to have a bar of me flat out just said no, even though I had messages from Mike himself and what not but anyway. I messaged him and told him she wouldn’t let me and he said he’d come out after. Show starts, Stu was incredible, other support act who I can’t remember his name (sorry c:) was pretty good. Then Mike comes out and he’s not even a metre away from me, was incredible. He sang amazingly and we shared a lot of eye contact which made me die a few hundred times. I had tears most of the show.

Shows over and we’re just waiting in the theater for a bit and he ends up coming out. I get to about 3 people away from him in the line and he’s standing there grinning at me, I thought he was just being polite but then I get to him and he’s like ‘I’m so sorry for the mix up earlier!’ and hugs me. Then goes ‘It’s Kassie, right?’ which I cannot begin to explain the feelings there. I had an amazing photoshop painting a friend of mine from New York did but hasn’t been able to see Mike due to cancer and stuff and Mike stood there with me for what felt like ages and just listened to me talking about my friend and he was so sweet about it and wrote all over the photo for him (I will post a photo once he’s got it in the mail!) I had two copies of it so I gave him one, he was so grateful and talked about how incredible it was for ages. And then I had a painting of mine for him to sign, which I introduced to him as ‘and here’s my shitty painting’ and he reassured me that it wasn’t and how amazing it was, wrote down lyrics I wanted tattooed. Took a photo with me and was so lovely about it. Then did stuff for my friend while I was with Stu. Then we leave and we’re about a block away when my mum realises she wants a photo with him so we go back and he’s like ‘Oh hello again!’ with the biggest smile on his face and mum says to him, ‘I’m Kassie’s mum’ and Mike’s like ‘Oh isn’t she lovely!’ and then I got another photo with him because my eyes were half shut in the other one and I just can’t explain how amazing he is.  And that’s the story of how I no longer have any idea how I’m meant to live.

Also I have more photos and videos which will be up soon!

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Mike Rosenberg of Passenger

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There were holes in you

The kind that I could not mend