This is a tumblelog, kinda like a blog but with short-form, mixed-media posts with stuff I like. Scroll down a bit to start reading, or a bit more to read more about me.
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold Oh what a contrast...
The Shins | Pink Bullets
“But your memory is here and I like it to stay, warm light on a winter’s day.”
The Shins - Pink Bullets When our kite lines first crossed We tied them into knots And to finally fly apart We had to...
The Shins - Pink Bullets