SCARLET JOHANSON
verklarte nacht // arnold schoenberg
go to 6:05 and prepare to sob this is the most beautiful resolution I’ve ever heard thank u schoenberg
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this isn’t ke$ha, it’s kesha.
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hiraeth
(hɨraɪ̯θ), noun | A Welsh, untranslatable feeling, hiraeth is loosely described as a homesickness for a home you cannot return to anymore or a place, which never even existed. Connotations of sadness, yearning, profound nostalgia, and wistfulness are imbued into the state of hiraeth. Overall this beautiful, but painful longing is a an expression of an empty desire and grief over a past life or place. It is the ultimate signifier of a bond, which has ceased to exist. (via wordsnquotes)