listening to Death Cab for Cutie's "Codes and Keys"
and i think, i will NEVER write anything this good.
fuck you Benjamin Gibbard, i say that with all the love in my heart.
“She may be young but she only likes old things
And modern music it ain’t to her tastes She loves the natural light Captured in black and white
She sees mirages of mountain ranges Within the blink of her eye it changes Back to the open plain Oh no she can’t explain
I cry out love keep your arms around me I am a bird that’s in need of grounding I’m built to fly away I never learned how to stay
The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you And when you’re looking in the mirror what you see is gonna astound you But all these lines and greys refine, They are the maps of our design Of what began on a Monday morning”
I’m not sure if I have a “kind”; a strong-willed woman with the right blend of humor, intellect, kindness and wit, not shallow or hung up on superficial things, one who will never settle for the mundane…