She reminds him of every good day he’s ever had. Every summer spent in fields of grass. Every sunrise. Every sunset. She tastes like dew and smells like light. And when she speaks, it’s like someone slowly plucking the strings of a guitar, a sadly beautiful song starting to play, all his own. And he loves her. He loves her like he can never grab enough of her between his fingers. And no matter how close he gets, even when they make love, it never feels close enough, like her flesh and her bones keep something sacred in them, hidden from him.

Paragraph from Chapter 3 of Intentional Dissonance, the future novel from the writer of I Wrote This For You

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weloveyoujeff:

Grace turns 20 today!
And what do I want people to get from the music? Whatever they want. Whatever you like. Somebody asked me what I wanted to do. I just said I wanted to…just to give back to it what it’s given me. And to meet all the other people that are doing it…just to be in the world, really.- Jeff Buckley Happy 20th birthday to the greatest album to ever Grace the world! We love you, Jeff!

weloveyoujeff:

Grace turns 20 today!

And what do I want people to get from the music? Whatever they want. Whatever you like. Somebody asked me what I wanted to do. I just said I wanted to…just to give back to it what it’s given me. And to meet all the other people that are doing it…just to be in the world, really.
- Jeff Buckley

Happy 20th birthday to the greatest album to ever Grace the world! We love you, Jeff!

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