All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be blade that was broken,The crownless again shall be king.
“Sometimes I find that music is
so much more attractive than love. I don’t know…
It’s like some kind of euphoria, that love can’t
bring to you.”
-Florence Welch