The people and the friends that we have lost, or the dreams that have faded…never forget them.
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@shrewdmagpie
The people and the friends that we have lost, or the dreams that have faded…never forget them.
FINAL FANTASY X
James Cromwell as Farmer Arthur Hoggett in Babe (1995).
Winter dies the same way every spring.
“John Allyn Smith Sails” by Okkervil River
Oh but wisemen know when it's time to go
And so I should too
And so I fly into the brightest winter sun
Of this frozen town
I'm stripped down to move on
My friends I'm gone
Memoirs of a Geisha (2005)
“Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.” - Memoirs of a Geisha
“Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.”
— Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Tʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏғ Pᴇᴛᴇʀ Rᴀʙʙɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs (1992)
An excellent song and an excellent cover of said song.
Stevie photographed by Herbert Worthington - 1981.
Just a series of heart wrenching songs about a cat named Virtute.
Why don't you ever wanna play?
I'm tired of this piece of string
You sleep as much as I do now
And you don't eat much of anything
I don't know who you're talking to
I made a search through every room
But all I found was dust that moved
In shadows of the afternoon
And listen
About those bitter songs you sing
They're not helping anything
They won't make you strong
So we should open up the house
Invite the tabby two doors down
You could ask your sister if
She doesn't bring her basset hound
Ask the things you shouldn't miss
Tape hiss and the modern man
Cold war and card catalogs
To come join us if they can
For girly drinks and parlor games
We'll pass around the easy lie
Of absolutely no regrets
And later maybe you could try
To let your losses dangle off
The sharp edge of a century
We'll talk about the weather
Or how the weather use to be
And I'll cater
With all the birds that I can kill
Let their tiny feathers fill
Disappointment
I'll lie down
And lick the sorrow from your skin
Scratch the terror and begin
To believe you're strong
All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV
Frankly that thing doesn't really interest me
I swear I'm going to bite you hard and taste your tinny blood
If you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating since the day you brought me home
I know you're strong
It had something to do with the rain
Leaching loamy dirt
And the way the back lane came alive
Half moon whispered, "Go"
For a while I heard you
Missing steps in the street
And your anger pleading
In an uncertain key
Singing the sound that you found for me
When the winter took the tips of my ears
Found this noisy home
Full of pigeons and places to hide
And when the voices die
I emerged to watch abandoned machines
Waiting for their men to return
I remember the way
I would wait for you
To arrive with kibble
And a box full of beer
How I'd scratch the empties
Desperate to hear
You make the sound that you found for me
After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby
Let you brush my matted fur
How I'd knead into your chest while you were sleeping
Shallow breathing made me purr
But I can't remember the sound that you found for me
I can't remember the sound that you found for me
I can't remember the sound
Now that the treatment and antidepressants
And seven months sober have built me a bed
In the back of your brain where the memories flicker
And I paw at the synapses, bright bits of string
You should know I am with you, know I forgive you
Know I am proud of the steps that you've made
Know it will never be easy or simple
Know I will dig in my claws when you stray
So let us rest here like we used to
In a line of late afternoon sun
Let it rest, all you can't change
Let it rest and be done
I just felt like I had to make this today
you have no right to be depressed you haven’t tried hard enough to like it
You would kill a man for this bedroom
@that-awkward-fae-nerd
First class rendition of Baba Yaga’s house for Lisa’s chickens. (Look at the bronze chicken feet!)
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