I often think about the way you used to scream and shout and throw everything good you had away, as if it never meant a thing. And certain ideas hold a different value to everyone but it’s what keeps you up at night that means the most. Because often a time I hear you at the kitchen table, you’re trying your best to keep quiet, not to wake anyone, but somehow I manage to hear everything in this house. Conversations concerning you and myself. So I sit there with my back against the wall and I wait, for you to say anything, a mutter to yourself. This routine has been going on for years now. And you do. It’s a simple word, and you say it quickly, “space”. Of course you meant exactly what you said, maybe it was a message to me, but I sat there the whole night listening. And eventually you’ll get up and walk into the next room, and of course I don’t follow you, but sometimes I have the urge to. It seems like the nicest things always get mistreated.
The Front Bottoms - Mountain (Acoustic on top of a castle)
this is the best thing ever
oh
…..oh…
sobbing
oh„,
i thought this was gonna be a video about battling cancer but it was much worse
oh god
oh my god…
everyone, watch this.
immediately.
That is a shame.
Actually.. It applies to each and every one of us.
I can’t even speak right now that was so powerful.
Sobbing because I get this sometimes.. :’(
Guys… I am normally really good about not reblogging serious things on this blog (I like to think G&G is an upbeat blog), but people really need to see this video. I know this is a blog for our inner geeks, and this is totally unrelated, but I urge you all to watch this. It’s pretty short. -Kegan
Fuck, I totally put this on the wrong blog. Sorry guys, should shown you hours ago.
finally a good one
no words. no. words.
It’s a real tragedy.
(Source: umbbreon)
