C’mon - Panic! at the Disco (with fun.) I Should Have Been After You - Rooney Sometimes I Can’t Make It Alone - Mae So Good - B.o.B. Charlie Brown - Coldplay Birdhouse In Your Soul - They Might Be Giants Dirty Paws - Of Monsters and Men Come Back Down - Greg Laswell feat. Sara Bareilles Bliss - Muse Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You) - Kelly Clarkson Primadonna - Marina and the Diamonds Silenced By the Night - Keane Going On - Gnarls Barkley Let it Go - Dragonette Too Close - Alex Clare Spaceman - The Killers Don’t You (Forget About Me) - Simple Minds
“I don’t want to be married just to be married. I can’t think of anything lonelier than spending the rest of my life with someone I can’t talk to, or worse, someone I can’t be silent with”—Mary Ann Shaffer (via teachpeace)
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song Was swallowed up in leaves that blew away; And to the forest edge you came one day (This was my dream) and looked and pondered long, But did not enter, though the wish was strong: You shook your pensive head as who should say, "I dare not—too far in his footsteps stray— He must seek me would he undo the wrong.”
Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all Behind low boughs the trees let down outside; And the sweet pang it cost me not to call And tell you that I saw does still abide. But ’tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof, For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.