Elie Goulding: Wolves (Bon Iver Cover)
Can you find a way to ease this pain
Can you find a way to give me a break
‘Cause I don’t have the heart to say goodbye
Please take me with you or I’ll die before
I find a way to ease this pain
I cannot wait for winter to come. I cannot wait to wrap myself in warm sweaters and drink hot tea. And i especially, cannot wait to dream again.
Friday was the last football game of the season. Even if they didn’t speak it or show it, i could sense how sad the players were. The team formed a brotherhood since elementary school, when they first started playing. I’ve attended a few football games every year since I was a freshman. I find them to be a time of reminiscing. I think of how I am a different person from the last. How much i’ve changed. How when being an underclassman you ran around on the side fields, socializing and gossiping, to now, getting older and anchoring down on a bleacher with just a bestfriend to quietly sit in silence and actually watch what’s happening around you. I don’t think that I will ever attend another football game.
This picture is so beautiful.
i feel a mission rising when i look at these trees and wonder what it would be like to climb them. to be at a lost for breath from high altitudes. it reminds me of For Emma Forever Ago. check it out.
tonight, i was watching the news and they were doing a report on a medical study they did on infants. it was about how they tested infants who were born in French speaking household in France and infants who were born in German speaking households in Germany. they noted that when the French infants would cry, their cries would be higher in tone and pitch. and when the German infants would cry, their cries would be lower, etc. they basically concluded that when the baby is in its mothers womb it develops whatever accent that its mother has because that they are mostly attracted to their mother’s voice. they even did this test on American babies in different regions of the country, like the north and south, etc.
i can’t even describe how amazed i was by this segment. i always get made fun of the way i speak sometimes when i’m angry or differents words i use to describe things and i realized tonight that it could just early development i went through in the womb because of the way my mother spoke.
The tension in art class was unbearable. It’s funny how one day people can be best friends and the next they completely hate eachother. The hostility was bouncing off the art room walls along with the comments. The immaturity level was at an all time low. It kind of makes me want graduation to come earlier..
