April162014

purpleboyhowonee:

MP3 Download [HERE]

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April152014

(Source: inspiringmelodies, via burningmagnesium)

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April132014

Sigur Rós cover The Rains of Castamere for Season 4 of HBO’s Game Of Thrones

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that Lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.

(Source: birdfingers, via zoevengenzx3)

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April122014

But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fuckin’ cheap. And it teases you for weeks in its absence. But you’ll fight and you’ll make it through, you’ll fake it if you have to.

(Source: onlyvalkubus, via weird-tint)

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2AM

starkdust:

That piano music from CA:TWS that people keep asking about. Taken from track 17 on the soundtrack, “End of the Line”.

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April112014

moonseoks:

EXO-K - 중독 (Overdose)

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April72014

fedelta:

THIS SONG ALWAYS BREAKS MY HEART

(via minuiko)

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April42014

starkdust:

That piano music from CA:TWS that people keep asking about. Taken from track 17 on the soundtrack, “End of the Line”.

(via emilianadarling)

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April22014

hierarchical-aestheticism:

Far Over The Misty Mountains Cold by Clamavi De Profundis

Lyrics:

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men they looked up with faces pale;
The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old…

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March302014

softshinythings:

The Avett Brothers | I And Love And You

ah, brooklyn, brooklyn, take me in
are you aware the shape i’m in?
my hands, they shake, my head, it spins
ah, brooklyn, brooklyn, take me in

(via weird-tint)

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