Waves of Sound turned 2 today!
"Most people do not listen
with the intent
to understand;

they listen
with the intent
to reply."

Stephen Covey (via chanelbagsandcigarettedrags)

victorianhouses:

Franklin Castle by David Grim on Flickr.
teacher: what do you want to be when you grow up?
me: the saviour of the broken, the beaten, and the damned
crematorie:

Latifa Echakhch

Vested

nanalew:

Trapped behind bars I cut from
Laziness
And lack of self control
My hands are streaming—red
I’m screaming
“Where else can I go?”
Up to a place
I’ll never get to
From this hole I called a home.

—Can you get me out of bed?
Can you get me out of bed?
The mists and mountains
Must live somewhere
Somewhere green outside my head
—But I will never breathe them if I can’t
Get out of bed

And a heart is just a traitor
To a spirit that’s grown sick
I never noticed
Didn’t notice
That my blood had run so thick

Wake up, kid
You’ll ‘mount to nothing
Wake up, kid
You’re getting old
You are grey and dust incarnate
And you think you’re young and bold
Take a trip outside your doorstep
Try to hit a path alone
So He’ll say
“You gone done good, kid.”
So stop wasting
What you own.

(“Vested” - Shawna Howson)

Bewitched

nanalew:

My hands are floating out to you
Across the savage sea
My eyes are misted, heart is slow
My fingers, they aren’t free
You cast a spell, you called the gods
The pixies in the trees
Have played me like a puppet
And your strings are part of me
I’ll take a trip at midnight
And you’ll dance into my mind
I remember love—a shockwave
You will never have my eyes
You can call the sword of Ares
And the dragons out from Thebes
You can tell your thousand fairies
To fly out and capture me
You can fraternize with witches
They can lend you every spell
But I will never love you
Like I loved you
All too well.

(“Bewitched” - Shawna Howson)

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