love home trust body idealism faith scrutiny ability sorrow joy past future present ... I've given all I had of all my concrete and abstract nouns. spent and still coming up short. and unable to quite imagine how to replenish myself. it's nobody's fault, really, the newborns or the husbands or the friends. nobody's but mine. but still, I can see how a(n even) weaker version of myself, drained like this, might be tempted to weep if someone just threw a song at me. ya know?
Rose Polenzani & Rose Cousins: The Book Of Love (The Magnetic Fields)
the decemberists - angels and angles (repost)
The Decemberists – Of Angels And Angles
The Decemberists – Of Angels And Angles
