Because sometimes you just need this sort of thing. This – rip the heart out of your breast, vein-by-vein – sort of thing.
And I’m thinking rum and ink. I’m thinking the last star at dawn. The green eyes of cats.
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Natalia A. 
I see your tortured love song
and I raise you one tortured (ex)hobbit song
Sorry, I love wasting time on youtube too much to resist.
And this is why I love you, Kev.
When I first discovered this song, I seriously listened to it nonstop for at least a month. Apparently there’s something about unrequited love that really speaks to me…
That album that song comes from isn’t bad, but that song’s by far the best one on it.