At the end, does it even matter?

"There will never be fireworks, but I hope you dream of them. I hope the ashes never damage you, but brush your face. I hope the explosions quiet your mind and the heat clothes your face in honor and when the show ends, I hope the grass continues to grow and all the birds survived. I hope they sing. I hope you awaken. I hope you remember us. I hope you smoke, and when you do, I hope you smoke yourself sick over me. I hope you let the rings of smoke ring all the way to the heavens and breathe in with the clouds, pollute the air with your mind, the world could use it. I hope you rest your hands on me, fold me into my own clenched fists. Trapped in a world suspended, I’ll catch your illness and be sick over you." — Jodi Hitt

Born To Die — Lana Del Rey The Getaway — Athlete Without A Word — Birdy Winter's Calling — Girl Dreams Emmylou — First Aid Kit A Drowning — How To Destroy Angels Hold On To Me — Courtney Love Something Crazy — Stefani Germanotta Band

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