For nothing more than the pleasures past i would sacrifice my family, my god, and my own existence, and still you will not move. I am at the end of my mind, I cannot go back and there is nothing in tomorrow (save you) that can attract me beyond today. I have listened to the wind, I have watched the dark brooding clouds, I have felt the earth beneat me for a sign, a gesture, but there is only silence. Why do you hesitate, am i a poor lover, am i ugly, am i too weak, too strong, do you know why? If you want me, take me, I am yours…
If you don’t want me, please break the spell that binds me.
To cage a wild animal is a sin, to tame him is divine.
My love is yours.”—Eric Clapton’s letter to Pattie Boyd (via draggintheline)
“They are the most normal bunch of guys you could be around. At one point we were in rehearsal, and this old lady turned up with sandwiches: ‘Robert, here you are, I put an extra pickle on for you … Jimmy, yours are here; John, here’s your salad.’ When we took a break, everyone would take a section of the newspaper and read. And I’m going, ‘Where’s the debauchery? Where’s the upside down crosses and naked girls and sacrificial tables with virgins on them?’ But, boy, when they played … The key to me pulling off the gig was that all I was only looking for was the reassurance from the three guys on stage. I didn’t care that anyone else was in the audience.”—Jason Bonham, on his experiences with Led Zeppelin before the O2 concert (via sunshinewoman)