the blues is similar to selling the guitar that replaced the one that your grandfather bought you since it met its broken demise at the hands of fury against the cold walls of wasted years with the one you never loved. if I do somethin’ right, it won’t be writing songs on an empty apology.

shedisenchants:

shedisenchants:

so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night

you guys think I’m joking??

(via heyguysineedahobby)

do you ever just want to go somewhere that pours mother nature and no one goes?

do you ever just want to stand at the bottom of towering stone walls weathered anciently by water and roots just to hear your dreams and fears echo?

I do.