This is my song for the asking- ask me and I will play.

maddiesun:

:3

maddiesun:

:3

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Source: themelodyofsilence

stepdad:

WILDLIFE POP! Hot off the presses! Available for preorder RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW! 

BE STILL MY HEART I WANT IT SO BAD.

stepdad:

WILDLIFE POP! Hot off the presses! Available for preorder RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW

BE STILL MY HEART I WANT IT SO BAD.

Source: stepdad

Source: thingsaboutgirlfriends

My awesome friend Matt Fox did this.

My awesome friend Matt Fox did this.

Woo. Banjo. 

(YouTube, why must you be so cruel as to always pick the silliest frames in the video for thumbnails?)

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This contains LFA spoilers. I know people get upset about that sort of thing sometimes, so here’s a warning.

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JOHN DARNIELLE WHY ARE YOU THE BEST PERSON

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Source: edcunningham

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

I’m pretty obsessed with this song right now. The gorgeous trumpet solo in the beginning, the bouncy melody, the lyrics (oh, the lyrics to this song.), and the driving-bordering-on-corny inspirational snare line towards the end. Just a damn fine tune.

Lyrics:

Walt Grace,

desperately hating this whole place

Dreamed to discover a new space

And buried himself alive

Inside his basement,

Tongue on the side of his face, man.

He’s working away on displacement

And what it would take to survive.

‘Cause when you’re done with this world,

You know the next is up to you.

And his wife told his kids he was crazy

And his friends said he’d fail if he tried,

But with a will to work hard and a library card

He took a home-made, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride.

That morning,

The sea was mad and I mean it.

The waves were as big as he’d seen it

Deep in his dreams at home.

From dry land,

He rolled it over with wet sand,

Closed the hatch up with one hand

And pedaled off alone.

‘Cause when you’re done with this world,

You know the next is up to you.

And for once in his life, it was quiet

As he learned how to turn in the tide,

And the sky was aflare when he came up for air

In his home-made, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride.

One evening,

When weeks had passed since his leaving,

The call she planned on receiving

Finally made it home.

She accepted

The news she never expected:

The operator connected

A call from Tokyo.

‘Cause when you’re done with this world,

You know the next is up to you.

Now, his friends bring him up when they’re drinking

At the bar with his name on the side.

And they smile as they kid, and they speaking of the man

Who took a home-made, fan-blade, one man submarine ride.

Source: weshouldwritepornography

I’m going to start dressing like this now.

I’m going to start dressing like this now.

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>implying the orchestral arrangement from the last minute of Morning in May isn’t directly lifted from the Lion King soundtrack.