#crow

By almost every account he's a fine young man. I'm simply trying to figure out why I should care that he's three centimeters taller than he was in May. ↗

— John Burnham Schwartz

#empress #japan #love #schwartz #the-commoner

And so there would always be more to remember that could no longer be seen...our history is always returning to a little patch of weeds and saplings with an old chimney sticking up by itself...and here I look ahead to the resting of my case: I love the house that belonged to the chimney, holding it bright in memory, and love the saplings and the weeds. ↗

— Wendell Berry

#love

I would like that very much. You have a bargain, lady. I will find you here among the lost souls, trapped women, and birds. I find that my own state has improved, if only slightly. Where I was once likely to travel in the presence of a murder of crows, I find I will only be burdened by an unkindness of ravens. It gives me heart." - A. E. Poe in Nevermore ↗

— David Niall Wilson

#edgar-allan-poe #lenore #raven #love

This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go. It was not my intention to make such a production of the emptiness between us playing tuba on the tombstone of a soprano to try and keep some dead singer’s perspective alive. It’s just that I coulda swore you had sung me a love song back there and that you meant it but I guess sometimes people just chew with their mouth open so I ate ear plugs alive with my throat hoping they’d get lodged deep enough inside the empty spots that I wouldn’t have to hear you leaving ↗

— Buddy Wakefield

#hurling-crowbirds-at-mockingbars #poetry #love

Men thin away to insignificance and oblivion quite as often by not making the most of good spirits when they have them as by lacking good spirits when they are indispensable. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#thomas-hardy #men

Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, one by one. ↗

— Charles Mackay

#madness #men

Oh, field flower that has bloomed, Ah, somehow, please tell me: Why is it that people hurt each other And fight? Oh, flower that blooms with the asphalt, What can you see from there? Why is it that people Cannot forgive each other? In the summer, the rain passed And the blue reflected, Small, it rippled In front of me, Without saying a thing. What do you think When your friends wilt? With those leaves that do not carry words, How do you convey your love? The summer sun is clouded And the wind fluttered. I shall sing The proof that life once existed For those who do not have a name. ↗

— Supercell

#guilty-crown #j-pop #forgiveness

The auctioneer is talking for both people, and that's the big revelation about, 'Oh, that's what they're doing.' They're just doing it very fast, so you could kind of miss on that. He's speaking for you, because people in the crowd don't have a voice, so that's what really makes it compelling. ↗

— Jack White

#because #big #both #compelling #could

The live setting is always better for me. I usually thrive at live. I feel like having a band behind me and being able to interact with the crowd helps boost my energy up. ↗

— Naima Adedapo

#always #band #behind #being #better

The man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise. ↗

— Mark Akenside

#disguise #forget #know #lies #man