they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

soft spots.

i'm listening to the bright eyes station on lastfm. and i love it. really, really love it. because it's the sort of music that i lose myself in. and put on repeat. again and again. because the words speak to the deepest part of me. and when manchester orchestra comes on, i sing "hallelujah to the one that i love" with them.

and on the way to work, i was listening to iron and wine sing 'woman king' and realizing that there was sort of a point where i could no longer do anything right. no matter how hard i tried. or how well i did. or how funny i was. it was as if i was running into a brick wall. again and again and again and the bruises haven't completely faded. because scars that deep take time. but hey, i'm breathing and learning and loving and at night, i have this amazing man to come home to. and life is good. despite the bruising.


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