You keep trying to tell the truth about who you are but you keep changing, every time someone listens.
You keep trying to tell the truth about who you are but you keep changing, every time someone listens.
Sufjan Stevens - For The Widows In Paradise, For The Fatherless In Ypsilanti
I have called you preacher
I have called you son
If you have a father
Or if you haven’t one
I’ll do anything for you
This song. This guy. These moves. This video.
Things I like about this: EVERYTHING.
rac:
This is kinda huge.
Facebook used my track with Alex Winston to show off the new Facebook Pages.
Zuckdawg + RAC = BFFs
Check it out here!
I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
– Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets, Sonnet XVII, 1960 (via bookmania)
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