Spoils by Protest the Hero, from their album Fortress. A phrase from the lyrics jumped out at me today, which is why I’m posting this song specifically. It’s still an amazing song, but either way, words!

Every word ever written will fall short of its intent,
Even sung, or spoke, or screamed, they will betray what they have meant.

Language is the heart’s lament, a weak attempt to circumvent the
loneliness inherent in the search for permanence.

All the future ghosts who scratch their names in wet cement,
Demeaning meaning as they shout out at the emptiness.

What say ye? Is your tumblr a series of shouts into the emptiness of the inter-tubes? Do your words perfectly convey the thoughts and feelings they’re meant to represent? Does it make you feel better to write your thoughts publicly, with the assumption that anyone who really cares about you will actually read them?

(kinda, hopefully, yes - in that order)