Mumford and Sons

Little Lion Man

Weep for yourself, my man,
you'll never be what is in your heart
weep little lion man,
you're not as brave as you were at the start
rate yourself and rake yourself,
take all the courage you have left
wasted on fixing all the problems
that you made in your own head

But it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?
didn't I, my...

Tremble for yourself, my man,
you know that you have seen this all before
Tremble little lion man,
you'll never settle for any of your scores
your grace is wasted in your face,
your boldness stands alone among the wreck
learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck

But it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?

But it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?
didn't I, my dear?

But it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?

But it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?
didn't I, my dear?

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This Song.

He holds her in his arms.
Would you? Would you?
He tells her of her charms.
Would you? Would you?
They met as you and I,
And they were only friends.
But before the story ends...

He'll kiss her with a sigh.
Would you? Would you?
And if the girl were I
Would you? Would you?
And would you dare to say,
'Let's do the same as they.'?
I Would. Would you?

And would you dare to say,
'Let's do the same as they.'?
I Would. Would you?

One of my favorite movies of all time is the 1952 classic "Singin' in the Rain" with Gene Kelly, Debbie Reynolds and Donald O'Connor. This song just touches my heart and is beautiful, graceful and all around lovely.

Independence.

I'm growing. Not in the traditional height sense, since I'm 5'5'' and I will probably always be that height, if not shorter. For the past six months, I've been on my own a lot and have had to learn how to fend for myself and cope with being alone. Relationships can get like security blankets after awhile, you hold on to them for something tangible in your arms, without realizing that you can walk this runway with your head held high and your hands blankey free. You get so used to having something that even the smallest task seems like an obstacle, but when you accomplish it, you've freed yourself just a little bit more. And every small task adds up.

I'm at that age now where "grown up" things like relationships and careers are not just a hypothetical "what if" that seems far off and distant, but rather where these things are looming over my shoulders like a creeping shadow. I know childhood friends who are getting married. Or who have kids. Or who have accomplished what seems to be a lot more than I have. Then again, maybe you can't use other people's lives and accomplishments as a measuring stick to your own. Your life is in the context of only itself, and nothing else.

Where in the world is Lavina Loves?

So...I've been absent from my regular "life blogging" aka my random rants about everything and anything. Basically I am studying abroad in England and I'm actually better at documenting that then I am on this blog. Whoops! If you are interested, follow me at:

teatimetravels.blogspot.com

LAVINA >3

In Fields Where the Yellow Grass Grows Knee High

Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies

And I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee high
So won't you try to come?

Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me

Norah Jones- Come Away With Me

Photo By: Sarah Tomasi

Judy Garland

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
 

Jaded Soul

Lately I've been having a hard time believing. Believing that I can do this, believing in myself, believing in everything about life and love and the future. I love the rain and whenever it rains like this I always begin to self reflect. I'm often afraid that I've unwillingly changed somewhere along the way and that throughout the brief years of my life I've lost the core that defines me, that "spark", that unwavering optimism and belief. My question is, does change happen because we will it to or does it slowly and unknowingly shape us?

The picture is of college students at my University attempting to avoid the deep and treacherous puddles. Needless to say, rain is the least of our problems.