nostomania
noun • /nos-tuh-MAY-nee-uh, -mayn-yuh/ • (obsolete, rare) overwhelming homesickness, or desire to return to familiar places.
From Greek νόστος (nostos, “a return home”) + mania.
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Don’t Ever, Missy Higgins
Let’s take the train to anywhere
I wanna feel the wind in my hair with you.
Let’s tell them all, that soon they’ll know
How very wrong they were to think we’d never go,
And if you tell me yours I’ll tell you mine
And we will clean the cobwebs out of one anothers minds.
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And we’ll fill our pockets up, and sink down with everything we’ve felt and seen. We’ll explore the mysteries of life and why it hurts to love. And in a way, the comfort that we’re striving for, in the end will be ignored. I still think it’s worth the risk. Even though that love and loss and tears and joy are just a different type of war. It’s true everyone must leave. But I think it’s who you hold inside your heart that keeps you warm.
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Sometimes you have to be strong for yourself. You have to know that you are a good person and a good friend. What is meant to be will end up good and what is not won’t. Relationships are worth fighting for, but sometimes you can’t be the only one fighting. At time, people need to fight for you. If they don’t, you must move on and realize what you gave them was more than they were willing to give you. Hopefully, people realize great things when they come around and don’t lose something real. Always fight, until you can’t anymore, and then be fought for.
— (via staree) (via mishsquish)
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“I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be
Oh I hate you some, I hate you some
I love you some
Oh I love you when I forget about me
I want to be strong I want to laugh along
I want to belong to the living
Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive
I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive
Do you want - do you want - do you want
To dance with me baby
Do you want to take a chance
On maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
Well, come on
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again
Applause, applause - life is our cause
When I think of your kisses
My mind see-saws
Do you see - do you see - do you see
How you hurt me baby
So I hurt you too
Then we both get so blue
I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Looking for the key to set me free
Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling
Its the unraveling
And it undoes all the joy that could be
I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
Want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm,
Want to make you feel free
I want to make you feel free.”- Joni Mitchell, All I Want
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“Well I’d snap to attention if I thought you knew the way
I’d open my mouth if I had something smart to say
I bought a stack of books, I didn’t read a thing
It’s like I’m sitting here waiting for birds to sing.
I want you lazy science, I want some peace.
Are you the future? Show me the keys.
When I accelerate, I remember why it’s good to be alive
Like a twenty-five cent game.
Maybe this weight was a gift.
Like I had to see what I could lift.
I spend all my energy walking upright.”- Nada Surf, Do It Again
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Art and love are the same thing: it’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.
— Chuck Klosterman (via lungful) (via promiseskept) (via align) (via dilaudid) (via unicornology) (via sammwich) (via mishsquish)
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You could ink yourself until everyone knows all the things you love. You could wear uniforms that gave you all the authority in the world. Lose weight until there was nothing left. Paint the face. Suck in your gut. But in the dark, stripped down to your bones, all that remains is you.
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You think I’m doing this to be romantic. Standing in public spaces and airing my heart out, oxygen in the blood and all that never was. I’m not doing it to be romantic. I’m doing it because it’s fucking necessary.
— I Wrote This For You (via mishsquish)
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