HIMYM: mind blown.
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds...– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Magnetism (via 24ribs)
a word that I’ve encountered often enough in the past week to look it up. It’s the word for a lamentation song, or a song for the dead. I usually like “depressing music,” as my friends call it, so I’ve encountered my fair share of threnodies. I actually spent the afternoon having listened to the entirety of Hospice, an album by The Antlers that listens as a story of...