pearlpill:

it’s so painful to love artists and bands especially from the sixties and seventies because you find this music that to you are so revolutionary and these people that speak to your heart and you feel the melody, the rhythm, the lyrics and the voice all through your veins, in your bones, and you see them as the young versions of themselves, and it’s like getting hit by a bus when they die, because to you, they are their young, vibrant and full of life selves, and it hurts so much when you’re reminded that they’re not

poshlosts:

the mood tonight is you’re on an old pirate ship sailing through a rough sea in the middle of a fearsome battle. the forceful winds are blowing your long, dark and tangled hair from your face, there’s blood on your clothes because you just lost the love of your life and it seems there’s nothing else to live for. but you have a choice and its now or never. try to escape to begin a new life somewhere somehow, or die in the obscurity and brutality of war and the ocean? the ending climax to Nessun Dorma performed by Pavarotti is somehow playing loudly over the whole scene.