candlewinds:

someone: how are you

what I say: I’m fine

what I mean: it’s been approximately a century and they still haven’t released the official ost for black sails season two. my hope is dwindling, my crops are dying, my skin is shriveling up. I listen to “the parson’s farewell” for the twenty-third time this week. it’s beautiful, mesmerizing, and exciting; it shall never lose its charm. and yet I want more from this life. there is a world out there, a world that bear mccreary has created, and I am being locked out of it. I watch season two and turn up my volume as loud as I can, savoring the background tunes. I play the credits over and over just to feel alive again, all the while asking myself, when will this drought end? when will rain come?