theyoungestkim

If we make it there...

If I die, If I die It's cause I'm building up a fear of ten goodbyes, and When we try, when we try The backburner burns down to my thighs

All of a sudden the beats become a place, an era, an emotion. The most beautiful part is how it awakens your heart, and a past, or a part of you, that is soul felt and full and long ago. It’s a rhythmic remembrance of a life once lived; or loved.

"He said let’s get out of this town Drive out of the city Away from the crowds I thought heaven can’t help me now Nothing lasts forever ~ Say you’ll remember me…”

"Baby good love and protection Make me your selection Show you the way love’s supposed to be"

"And sometimes I don't got a filter But I'm so tired of eatin' all of my misspoken words I know my disposition gets confusing My disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state..."

"If forever's gonna last then we'd better find the same direction."

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MAYA No, but I do like to think about the life of wine, how it’s a living thing. I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing, how the sun was shining that summer or if it rained…what the weather was like. I think about all those people who tended and picked the grapes, and if it’s an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. I love how wine continues to evolve, how every time I open a bottle it’s going to taste different than if I had opened it on any other day. Because a bottle of wine is actually alive—it’s constantly evolving and gaining complexity. That is, until it peaks—like your ’61—and begins its steady, inevitable decline. And it tastes so fucking good.