The wind bites now, and the world is grey, and I am alone. Can’t see me. Doesn’t see me.

The wind bites now, and the world is grey, and I am alone. Can’t see me. Doesn’t see me.

The wind bites now, and the world is grey, and I am alone.
Can’t see me. Doesn’t see me.

theartofmoviestills:

Inside Llewyn Davis | The Coen Brothers | 2013

theartofmoviestills:

Inside Llewyn Davis | The Coen Brothers | 2013

Inside Llewyn Davis (2013)

“Can you shake it up
Just once for me
Your little globe just so we can see
The snow blowing round your hands”

Master & A Hound - Gregory Alan Isakov

(via the-solstice)

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

— "Do not go gentle into that good night", Dylan Thomas (via bearsbeetsbattlestar-galactica)

(via bearsbeetsbattlestar-galactica)

avocadofries:

Peter Killed the Dragon - Josh Ritter

wish I could hold you in my arms like I hold you in my mind