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This might feel like an emergency room for quite some time.

But eventually, like so many heart monitors,

this feeling will flatline.

Will burst and deflate like an aneurysm.

My god, you loved him, didn’t you?

You loved him like violinists love their symphonies.

But eventually, if you play too hard,

if you bow too fast,

the instrument breaks.

Maybe he has a new girl now.

And she makes you feel like graffiti, like graves,

like grasping at straws in comparison.

But they say that some compasses

reverse polarity in the right hands.

That the needle points to North

and calls it South instead.

You are in your own right hands.

And no matter what,

this is the boy volcano. you can tell it’s a man because the song says so and also it has no tertiary sex characteristics, it just looks like a volcano. it’s a volcano with a human face

This is Iz and Marlene. 

He’s not just “that dude with the cover of Over The Rainbow” okay? He’s fucking important. He was a musician, yes, and he was an activist for Hawaiian rights and independence. 

He used his music to promote awareness of the second class status of Hawaiian natives created by the tourist industry.

When he died, the Hawaiian state flag flew at half mast. His coffin (but not his body, he was cremated) lay in state at the state capitol building in Honolulu. Just the third person in Hawaiian history to be given that honor. And the only one who was not a government official. Ten thousand people attended his funeral.

(via hefuckin)

wow this is actually extremely reassuring