Springsteen's Eulogy for Clarence Clemons →
thebluehour: So, I’ll miss my friend, his sax, the force of nature his sound was, his glory, his foolishness, his accomplishments, his face, his hands, his humor, his skin, his noise, his confusion, his power, his peace. But his love and his story, the story that he gave me, that he whispered in my ear, that he allowed me to tell… and that he gave to you… is gonna carry on. I’m no mystic,...
IF FIRE WERE WATER
filipino-babe: liikeab0ss: this is far too mesmerizing not to reblog its beautiful :))
best idea we’ve had in a while
If I drink and get drunk enough I won't be feeling the feelings I've been feeling when I'm sobered up.