n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
Alexi Murdoch - All My Days
SO MANY FEELS!
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations...– Love Sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda (via kiener)
Me on banjo Mollie on guitar/ukelele Alison on drums Guy on fiddle Amy on mandolin Mark on harmonica Vocals to be decided amongst ourselves Bluegrass babes! STOKED. We just need a name.