December 3rd, 2009


'cause I'm a sap

I love stories where everyone is imperfect and broken. Where everyone is made up of loose fraying pieces. I love stories where no one is fixed at the end of them, yet, despite that everything seems perfect in it's brokenness - they are broken but together, broken but loved, and no one expects anyone to be any different.

I've had this song by Damien Rice stuck in my head all night, just the lines "and your mouth, your mouth, your mouth..."

If Hawksley Workman's songs are the playful foreplay, Damien Rice is the sex.