joy landlocked

              darling, we will never break (a twelve/clara roadtrip playlist) for @longjackets​. happy birthday sweetheart!

 ‘the strain, the low, soft, ache of Billie Holiday crackles through the cheap speakers, in their cheap chevrolet; and he looks up at her, through shadowed lashes, as she crawls into the back seat. He wants to say something, anything, wants to say what’s the point, i’m going to lose you,  opens his mouth. But she puts her hand on his shoulder, and her lips against his ear, shuffles into his lap. She tells him to shut up for once before she lets her lips graze across his cheek, to the edges of his sad mouth. 

So he kisses her instead, teeth and tongues and tragedy, mumbles happy birthday as he pulls the cardigan from her shoulders. [from upcoming angsty roadtrip fic]

to the sea//seafret, rose carney  the man comes around//johnny cash georgia//vance joy landlocked blues//bright eyes   it is what it is//kacey musgraves  gone tomorrow//the staves   atlas hands//benjamin francis leftwich   georgia on my mind//billie holiday how could i have known//keaton henson  hello my old heart//the oh hellos gracious//ben howard delicate//damien rice the way you look tonight//ella fitzgerald

[listen here]

we could stand for a century, staring, with our heads cocked, in the broad daylight, at this thing: joy, landlocked in bodies that don’t keep- dumbstruck with the sweetness of being, till we don’t be.
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joanna newsom, “emily”

have you ever heard a more beautiful description of the human condition