La Dispute: Fall Down, Never Get Back Up Again
I cannot stop listening to La Dispute. Fuck.
I really wish I wasn't just looking out of my window at how pretty it is outside. I am going to attempt going to the barn again today and hope that it doesn't make me feel worse. I went yesterday and started to feel better in the fresh air but all the dust and dirt eventually made me feel pretty bad. I hope that I will be better by this weekend. I think that since I've been sick I'm actually going to spend this weekend in Cincinnati and not Louisville even though I have an open invitation there. It is refreshing to meet new people, especially when they have no fear of telling their friend that they've done a shitty thing.
Out where the stones stand up like thrones beside the ocean, out where the waves make a grave of the sea the lovers struggled in the middle of the tempest. And water angrily crawled up onto the beach. Said, hold my hand and stay with me, we'll be released. But the tide clung like an anchor to her feet and though he tried to make the water line recede, it pulled her out into the sea. He could not break apart the waves to bring her safely back in. He watched her hand break through the surface once then disappear again. Forever wait inside the sea for me, my dear. I hear you. You speak in every curling wave and sing in every violent breeze. Someday not far away from here, my dear, I swear I'll see you and we will hear the seraphs cry. For they will still envy you and I. How they envied you and I. How they envied you and I
I cannot stop listening to La Dispute. Fuck.
I really wish I wasn't just looking out of my window at how pretty it is outside. I am going to attempt going to the barn again today and hope that it doesn't make me feel worse. I went yesterday and started to feel better in the fresh air but all the dust and dirt eventually made me feel pretty bad. I hope that I will be better by this weekend. I think that since I've been sick I'm actually going to spend this weekend in Cincinnati and not Louisville even though I have an open invitation there. It is refreshing to meet new people, especially when they have no fear of telling their friend that they've done a shitty thing.
Out where the stones stand up like thrones beside the ocean, out where the waves make a grave of the sea the lovers struggled in the middle of the tempest. And water angrily crawled up onto the beach. Said, hold my hand and stay with me, we'll be released. But the tide clung like an anchor to her feet and though he tried to make the water line recede, it pulled her out into the sea. He could not break apart the waves to bring her safely back in. He watched her hand break through the surface once then disappear again. Forever wait inside the sea for me, my dear. I hear you. You speak in every curling wave and sing in every violent breeze. Someday not far away from here, my dear, I swear I'll see you and we will hear the seraphs cry. For they will still envy you and I. How they envied you and I. How they envied you and I
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