What do you Hear? ...Nothing but the rain



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"Then grab your gun and bring in the cat"
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I wonder what you look like, under your t-shirt. I wonder what you sound like, when you’re not wearing words. I wonder what we have, when we’re not pretending.

Ani Difranco (via grounders, quotewhore) (via safeinsilence) (via naturphilosophie) (via iwantmybearsuit

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10:01 am, reblogged from weird fish by rhiannonds2,786 notes

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Ani DiFranco -School Night

07:33 am, by rhiannonds



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Ani Difranco - Your Next Bold Move

08:04 pm, by rhiannonds

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Ani Difranco - Sick of Me

06:51 am, by rhiannonds

Yay! Ani Difranco tickets are mine!!!!
See ya in April Ani *bounce*

10:19 am, by rhiannonds

Love was always the goal, and my point every step of the way was that nothing is wrong with love, no matter what flavor it comes in.
Ani Difranco (via reluctantbuddha)


I know I haven’t been sleeping, and when I do I just dream of you.
Ani Difranco (via kari-shma)


I am getting nowhere with you and I can’t let you go and I cant get through.
Ani Difranco

08:52 am, by rhiannonds9 notes

I know there is strength in the differences between us. I know there is comfort where we overlap.
Ani DiFranco

01:22 pm, by rhiannonds8 notes

The sky is grey, the sand is grey, and the ocean is grey.
I feel right at home in this stunning monochrome, alone in my way.
I smoke and I drink and every time I blink I have a tiny dream.
But as bad as I am I’m proud of the fact that I’m worse than I seem.
What kind of paradise am I looking for?
I’ve got everything I want and still I want more.
Maybe some tiny shiny thing will wash up on the shore.
You walk through my walls like a ghost on TV
You penetrate me and my little pink heart is on its little brown raft floating out to sea.
And what can I say but I’m wired this way and you’re wired to me
And what can I do but wallow in you unintentionally?
What kind of paradise am I looking for?
I’ve got everything I want and still I want more.
Maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the shore.
Regretfully, I guess I’ve got three simple things to say.
Why me? Why this now? Why this way?
Overtone’s ringing, undertow’s pulling away under a sky that is grey on sand
That is grey by an ocean that’s grey.
What kind of paradise am I looking for?
I’ve got everything I want and still I want more.
Maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the shore.

Ani Difranco - Grey lyrics

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Ani DiFranco - Grey

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