tired tears on an early grave.

"and on day we will die and our ashes will fly... from the aeroplane over the sea, But for now we are young, let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see"



I had such a lack for words when Tom died. I still have that same frustration and feeling of shame for not being able to speak beautiful, aw-inspiring words to you all for him. This is all that is needed to be said, and for once i dont feel cheap for saying something in a quotable phrase. This is by neutral milk hotel.
I love you tom, Guiness for you.