I am the killer, dressed in pilgrim's clothing

born-howling:

shout out to everyone else to is holding on to hope of better things coming

to everyone who madly, stupidly, blessedly won’t stop surviving

to everyone rising above their station

to everyone whose house will be for all people who have nowhere else to go

to a 46 year old man who feels like he’s eternally 15, who has endured what no one should and now writes for the broken and the naked and the hungry

feelingtwofootsmall:

some guy just came and knocked on my door for jesus or democrats or something and i didn’t open it because my parents aren’t home and i said “when the villagers come to my door i will hide underneath the table in the dining room, knees drawn up to my chest” and my dog looked at me funny

themountaingoatssongoftheday:

the Mountain Goats // Sudden Oak Death from Moon Colony Bloodbath

Yeah, when the crack sounds in the wood,
you will know that I’m down for good.
When the crack sounds in the wood
you will know, old friend, that I’m down for good.

I want to try to stand my ground;
dig my heels into the hills.
Hope someone will come to write my ballads…
No one will.

Moon Colony Bloodbath, is an EP released while on tour in 2009. It was recorded by John Darnielle and John Vanderslice, with a cover art collage by Michael Pajon. According to Darnielle, “Some of the songs have something to do with a loose rock opera/’concept album’ idea about organ harvesting colonies on the moon and the employees thereof, who spent their off months living in secluded opulence in remote American locations. Concepts like this are actually more fun when you abandon them but leave their traces kicking around, so that’s what we did.”

DECEMBER 15TH, 2012

(via onehundreddollars)

theanswerisalwaystimemachine:

today is a nostalgic day

and i hate nostalgia

silentcurses:

my friend said to upload this but she doesn’t know about this tumblr

Alpha couple headcanon. I like to draw them a lot. 

This is cool!

Up The Wolves

40oztofemdom:

Keeping House - the Mountain Goats

And the ghost on your doorstep is soaked wet with rain
And he clutches his stomach and howls at the pain

And you can stay busy all day
He’s never going away

I accidentally came across this song and realized I never heard it before

themountaingoatssongoftheday:

the Mountain Goats // Beat the Devil

hauling peanut butter crank through arizona,
gotta keep the glow stick babies fat and happy.
cactus standing taller than goliath,
all the vultures come directly at me.

we stash it in between some bales of lumber,
on flatbeds coming in from colorado.
i don’t know what you’re doing back in memphis
all winter you’ve been incommunicado.

take a picture, do it fast.
for the good times,
for the good times that won’t last.

hot sun peels the paint down to the primer,
overheating engine spits and whines.
try to keep our minds on what we’re doing,
try to keep the wheels between the lines.

the feeling when the cop car flips its lights on
the near electric tension crackling here inside the truck,
the lack of any word from you in memphis
the sounds of someone running out of luck.

take a picture, do it fast.
for the good times,
for the good times that won’t last.

APRIL 16TH, 2013

johndarnielle:

witches of the world should know that the mountain goats have got your back

perf