winning album of the year is like winning a grammy for this entire era
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this was….. painful. just painful.
Thanks now I live in a house made of tissues and tears.
And in the night you’ll hear me calling You’ll hear me calling And in your dreams you’ll see us falling, falling And in the night you’ll hear me calling You’ll hear me calling And in your dreams you’ll see us falling, falling
Why fear death, be scared of living, our hearts are small and ever thinning. There is no hope ever of winning, oh, why fear death, be scared of living. (x)
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
Jeffrey McDaniel, The Quiet World (via transcendentalcaffeination)