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This is home by Cavetown always was very important for me. It still is. This is home.
i have spent a few days listening to the music you like. you have a tattoo of the band's logo on your ribs. you got it when you were still kind of a kid. my first tattoo was a bird instead. i did the math - we got our first tattoos in the same calendar year. isn't that kind of cool.
my mom loves hallmark movies, so i grew up thinking love would look like a firework. it feels like one, after all. it's just that my house wasn't safe. i thought love was a weapon, could be pointed at your eyes. could lose a finger to it, or teeth. my father used to say passion is everything. i thought that meant constant fighting was a good thing. i thought that meant love looked like a week of bickering, because it was worth the the weekend's boombox apology. i thought quiet love was boring. i thought love had to blot out everything, compel the body and the mind like puppetry. i thought love looks like ruining your own dinner table - but at least you set a feast.
but love looks like a scarf. your hands smoothing it down my chest, being sure each of the edges are tucked in, worried about my asthma attacks being cold-activated. i race you while i'm wearing heels, you hold my hand to guide me downhill while walking my dog. we dance in my living room to waltz of the flowers, i show you how to hold your arms in proper ballet port de bras. you write a song about looking out of my window while the snow falls. i ask you to text my friends back while i'm driving. you play dj in the front seat. somewhere on route 93, we start murmuring about secret things.
oh. there is a difference between peace and dispassion. it was never that i feared quiet, it's that i didn't know what safe felt like. i liked the chaos because it was familiar, not because it was kind. i think i used to fear the word wife. i didn't like the idea of long, lonely days and being yelled at for small things. i didn't like the idea of sacrificing my one beautiful life.
you meet my friends and make a point to learn things about them. we both get excited about the other person's passions. you read my book for hours, squinting at the small words. i try to understand basic guitar information. we talk for four hours on the phone while i string together a garland. we talk for six hours while you write a poem. i save a pintrest tip for the summer about making paper kites. i plan us a week-long trip to maine, map out my favorite places for an eventual hike. you fall asleep on the ride home, and i turn down the radio so it won't wake you up. your quiet hands fold over mine.
when i look up, the stars are brighter. how carefully you've woven gold into the corners of my life. when i move, i feel some part of my soul reflected back onto you.
oh, love is not a net. it's a blanket.
I love this so much, and I may be going to a concert (really hope so)!
Cavetown calms me down, and helps me realize that there’s other people like me out there- that I’m not alone. People of all ages are like me.
Cavetown (live! At rams head) This is Home 🏡🏳️⚧️
A live oak and a coastal marsh. A most familiar scene along the southern coast.
here my draw for the calm inktober!, i made it really simple :v
the theme is the song “this is home” by cavetown
the character i use is misstake by me ( @foxyK7 )
the calm inktober by @natzthehuman
everyday i gonna try to draw a different character with the theme of the inktober owo
mike wheeler's hair is a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet but the stars welcome him with open arms
I never realized how much I related to “this is home” by cavetown because when I first discovered it I just thought “wow I like this song” now I relate to it so hard especially the line “I'll cut my hair,To make you stare ,I'll hide my chest and ,I'll Figure out a way to get us out of here” it just hits different now
