play this at my funeral
Me every time I listen to this version of Rhiannon
Dude I fucking BAWLED ugh it’s sooooo good
"Isn’t It A Lovely Night?"- The Decemberists
Isn’t a lovely night?
And so alive with fireflies providing us their holy light
And here we made a bed of boughs
And thistle down that we had found to lay upon the dewy ground
And isn’t a lovely way
We got in from our play,
Isn’t it babe? A sweet little baby
Wasn’t it a lovely breeze
That swept the leaves of arbor eaves and bent to brush our blushing knees?
Margaret and William:
And here we died our little deaths
And we were left to catch our breaths so switftly lifting from our chests?
And isn’t it a lovely way we got in from our play
Isn’t it babe?
A sweet little baby
Cute Without the ‘E’ | Taking Back Sunday
"Why can’t I feel anything from anyone other than you?"
Heretics Fork: A medieval torture device which consisted of a two-sided fork. A person wearing it couldn’t fall asleep. The moment their head dropped with fatigue, the prongs pierced their throat or chest, causing great pain. This very simple instrument created long periods of sleep deprivation, which made confessions more likely.