(via minutemadness)

is it going to snow candy canes? 

hop on little ele, let me give you a ride for a change! 

“scratch, hold, tangled”
-chip-

roll out those lazy hazy crazy days of summer

“so i’m fat and heavy”
-fiona hopper- 

‘Cause it’s not where you go when you die
It’s how you live when you’re alive
Who you touch and how you feel it
 
And it’s not about the time that you have
It’s how you cry and how you laugh
Who you love and how you mean it
And do you mean it

-jack savoretti, dr frankenstein-

i miss sunshine and white clouds

minutemadness:

not a cloud in sight

the sun is blinding white

she’s left the gloomy rain and angry thunderstorms behind

just a tickling breeze

formed by her reveries

as she soars above the lovely singing cherry trees

.

oh-oh what a life it would be

the soarable bunneigh and meigh

and miles we’ll go before we sleep

and miles we’ll go before we sleep

.

the kookaburra laugh

the oddly tall giraffe

it’s still her quirky oar-y ears i’ll never have enough of

the squirrel cracking nuts

the baboon’s big red butt

you won’t find anything that’s cuter than this fluffeigh bud

.

oh-oh what a sight it would be

the soarable bunneigh and meigh

and miles we’ll go before we sleep

and miles we’ll go before we sleep

.

smell the crisp ol’ pages

of storybooks for all ages

feel the whimsy melody that she finds so contagious

see the dandyloins bloom

taste the sauteed mushrooms

hear the whistling when she’s soaring past yellow balloons

.

oh-oh what a sight it would be

the soarable bunneigh and meigh

and miles we’ll go before we sleep

and miles we’ll go before we sleep

Let’s try for a whole album, shall we, Soarable? :)

minutemadness:

Ni wen wo ai ni you duo shen

Wo ai ni you ji fen

Ni qu xiang yi xiang

Ni qu kan yi kan

Yue liang dai biao wo di xin

.

Drawn to the lunar sadness

find her sorrow in every verse

she sang of loss

she sang of longing

she sang of the lull within love’s madness

.

The moon stood for her heart she said

hold the glow before it fades

but why I ask

why the illusion

why not something I could keep instead

.

I

Dream of the kiss that never met

only touching when we’re silhouettes

time forgotten

a legend, alleged

a bunneigh, a moon, a lifetime of regret

Inspired by Teresa Teng’s 月亮代表我的心 and a certain Chinese folklore as I remember it. Still without a melody. Input,oh Soarable?