No map could find the place where they first felt seen.

“It’s not your fault. But it is your responsibility.”

An Intimate Journey through Moondance and Arc of a Diver

Passions bubble over because that is what passion is designed to do.

Love is not always loud. Sometimes it’s just staying until the music fades.

You are close to the brokenhearted

Sometimes we return to the dream, not because it’s true, but because it’s the only thing that ever made us feel real.

A hiss and crackle spilled from the speakers after the needle but before the first sonic burst.

Whatever our souls are made of, these two are the same.

I didn't listen to Tom Petty and came around here.