I. could you take care of a broken soul? II. i could hold you for a million years, to make you feel my love. III. we’re smiling, but we’re close to tears. IV. can’t be on my own without you. V. your love will take me higher and higher. VI. just say you want me, that’s all it takes. VII.
i don’t want to be here if i can’t be with you tonight. VIII. i want you in my arms, i see you in my dreams
touch my mouth and hold my tongue, i’ll never be your chosen one // but you got to show me, both knees, skin and bone // and it starts when you call me your baby // are you scared? cause i don’t think you’re worth it // don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep ‘em on a leash // help me turn a blind eye // talk some sense to me // there’s a scratch on your shoulder // you made me feel again // what are you prepared to do? // we feel the same, without restraint // i can’t help but love you, even though i try not to // i’m just here for you // babe, there’s something wretched about this, something so precious about this // and the crown it weighs heavy, ‘til it’s banging on my eyelids
Oneshot is such a wonderful game, I almost can’t begin to imagine my life without it
Thank you for creating it. This is a playlist that is technically a thank you. It’s been a trip, and God, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Never have I played a game that has sparked love and much more emotions in me
it’s pulled me out of a bad moment and taught me protection.
Once more, Thank you for this.
And NightMargin, if you happen to see this
You’ve been such an inspiration to me for so long, this is the least I could do. Your character designs were gorgeous and I could never imagine this game without your effort. Everyone deserves so much credit and this has ended up being such a beautiful game.
have a celebratory brotherly reunion fanmix that is set up to be the soundtrack for a lot of adventures yet to come
circles - passenger // i bet my life/shots mashup - maddie wilson // brother - mighty oaks // sax rohmer #1 - the mountain goats // somewhere only we know - keane // hills to climb - tim meyers // on your side - cin3ma // bumpy ride - the hoosiers // here’s to us - halestorm // brother - needtobreathe // anything for you - ludo // never look away - vienna teng // don’t tear us apart - dropkick murphys // you know me - air traffic controller // warrior - paradise fears
“What would you have me tell you? Man is wicked, man is deformed; the butterfly has succeeded, man has missed. God failed on this animal. A crowd gives you nothing but choice of ugliness. The first man you meet will be a wretch. Femme rhymes with infâme, woman is infamous. Yes, I have the spleen, in addition to melancholy, with nostalgia, plus hypochondria, and I sneer, and I rage, and I yawn, and I’m tired, and I’m bored, and I’m tormented! Let God go to the Devil!”
// wine, women and song / harvey danger // icarus / bastille // hey jealousy / gin blossoms // pamphleteer / the weakerthans // once we were anarchists / frank turner // little white lies / ruby day // there is a light that never goes out / the smiths // confessions of a futon revolutionist / the weakerthans // alcohol / barenaked ladies // best imitation of myself / ben folds five // a case of you / joni mitchell // in memory of satan / the mountain goats //
FUCK THIS SHIT, I’M OUT (but give me the chocolate) is an anti-valentine’s day playlist to satisfy all the single ladies out there, sitting in their pajamas binge-watching their favorite tv series. no tracklist, they’re all cheesy and i intend to add songs if i get any requests.
► and the stars were in her hair: for the warrior maiden, the wild rose who roams the land with a sword in her hand and a song on her lips. a compilation of beautiful vocal tracks from film, television and music. (x)
SKYE BOAT SONGBEAR MCCREARY FEAT. RAYA YARBROUGH || NOW WE ARE FREELISA GERRARD || MAY IT BEENYA || WHEN YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO DANCE KATIE MELUA || THE ENGLISH LADYE AND THE KNIGHTLOREENA MCKENNIT || DARK WALTZHAYLEY WESTENRA || PERFECT DAYMIRIAM STOCKLEYTHE CALLCELTIC WOMAN || MUMMER’S DANCE LOREENA MCKENNIT
It begins with a glance in his way, and a gaze in hers. He holds her in his arms as she weeps over the still form of the child: the wild brother. He holds her in his arms for the nights that follow. He holds her in his arms as he held her the first time she came to Castle Black: tightly, as though she is all he has left of the life that once was. Perhaps she is.
The whispers followed soon after, of the Dragon in Wolf’s fur, of the Prince that was Promised, of the nights he held her. And Winter comes. So she waits, waits until he becomes the soft caress of the wind, the warmth by the furnace, the tears that bid her goodnight.
When he returns he is a shell of a man, all flesh and bone and hollow stares. She holds him in her arms as he weeps over the child he swore to take home: the lost brother. She holds him in her arms for the years that follow. She holds him in her arms as she held him the first time she came to Castle Black: tightly, as though he is all she had left of the life that once was. And he is.