The Wire // HAIM
Gyda, I have come to say goodbye to you properly. (…) Dear child, Gyda, you are not gone, because you are always in my heart. They say that a man most love his sons more, but a man can be jealous of his sons, and his daughter can always be the light in his life. I know very well that you are with the gods, but I will wait here awhile, and if you want to come and talk to me, then come and talk, and I will gently stroke your long and beautiful hair once again with my peasant hands.
There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.
Throwback Thursday: here’s me and the missus at Halloween last year. I partied so hard I hacked up a furball later. (x)
Youngblood | There Will Be Fireworks
They built you up, and boy
They will cut you down