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And for all the things I’ve seen There’s still some wounds that I need to clean But let’s move far away from here When I finally get my degree And we’ll live happily Get some rescue dogs and a house by the sea And I promise I’ll take care of you If you promise to let me
Rostam’s upcoming album is becoming one of my most anticipated. I’ve found I can’t stop listening to “Bike Dream.”
Before I leave I want to try to go back in time, to just that moment in my life where I should have spoke up but I lied. As I sat there with my jaw open and I smiled, he pulled his sweater off and tried to explain he’d all but given up on love. I’m pulled away, I see another of myself who’s found true love and happiness, to sit and smoke there on the chair.
If you want to hurt me, hurt me. I play how I wanna play. I say what I wanna say.
forever and ever
I will pull it together. You can love me forever and ever.
The Shins // Saint Simon
Mercy's eyes are blue when she places them in front of you, nothing holds a roman candle to the solemn warmth you feel inside. There is no measuring of it, as nothing else is love.
We can tear down all the borders or abbreviate the list, and when finally the finish line emerges from the mist
We'll sound a soft alarm
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah -In This Home On Ice
Blue you radiant blue
I don’t know how you can stand next to me You you talk like a noose And only confuse my perplexity Now that I’m so sad and not quite right I could dance all night I could dance all night Shake your rattle-snake skin And become a part of society Wait on down the highway To see how far I’ll come a-run a-run run running All that we had salvaged from the fire Was a waste of time (But) what a waste of time Should I trust all the rust that’s on TV I guess with some distaste I disagree With quite a fashionable dispassion for The dispossessed under-stressed Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme And I don’t care if you don’t like it Or just don’t see Now that we fattened the cow And set out to plow unknown enemies “Wow!” shouts the startled crowd “How now did you see what I did see?” the ravaged cabbage drifts on dark red skies and it looks so nice gee it looks so nice shout just let it on out confusion becomes a philosophy down we’re reaching the town where we don’t have to stand around and look over our shoulders hell I never knew was what we made it let’s just take it slow in this home on ice.
“23” by Jimmy Eat World
Still it seems, I’ll be 23, I won’t always love what I’ll never have, I won’t always live in my regrets.
I’ve been acting wanly but recklessly, pitifully. My mom’s little brother died of carbon monoxide poisoning and I drank myself to bits just like he used to until my night fell apart into pieces and got buried like his memory. I cried in the stairwell until I didn’t anymore and then I gathered the scattered pieces and carried them in the front of my shirt like strawberries from my grandma’s garden with a pathetic, phony conviction that I was strong enough to keep it all quiet. I ran up and down Magnolia Road stoned for hours just trying to remember the sound of his laugh.
Did you know when they cremate you, they put you in a cardboard box? My mom called me and told me that she picked him up from the funeral home in a cardboard box and I said “like a shoebox??” and she said “no not like a shoebox, like a normal box sealed with packing tape, but he’s just in there, so we went to Hobby Lobby and got a cool wooden box and put the cardboard box inside the wooden box” and we both magnificently laughed and laughed and laughed because we didn’t know what else to do and we were tired of crying. It was then I realized his laugh was hiding in ours the whole time.
(Sandy) Alex G | Powerful Man
Had a dream about a promised land, walking ‘round with a big gun in my hand. And when I look you in the eye, you’re gonna tell me that you love me and hold me tight, ‘cause you know that I have no fear, ain’t gonna walk into the river and disappear. I’m gonna be a powerful man, red blood running down the broken sand.
I couldn’t tell you what it means to me.
Things That Are: Essays by Amy Leach (via 57thstreetbooks)
Brian this is edgy
Got into a bit of a state last night, deleted every contact in my life, started a fire in my mind, went back inside. The consequence is coming, I still have yet to learn that every little bit helps the fire burn. It doesn't get worse, it doesn't get better. You just get old, it lasts forever.
radiator hospital - dance number
-ax and ~PM~
I find meaning in this life when I wake up every day, but I’m feeling sick and tired in new and frightening ways.
Leah Raeder (via wordsnquotes)
Forgot how good this album is
Far, far away from West Virginia, I will try on New York City, explaining that the sky holds the wind and the sun rushes in and a child with a shotgun can shoot down honeybees that sting. But this boy could use a little sting. Who will get me to a party? Who do I have yet to meet? You look a bit like coffee, and you taste a bit like me. How can I keep me from moving? Now I need a change of scenery. Just listen to me, I won't pretend to understand the movement of the wind or the waves out in the ocean or how like the hours I change softly, slowly, plainly, blindly.
I think we’d survive in the wild. We’d eat plants and roots and dream about electric fans. And baby, could you kill a man? Could you look in his eyes and feel the fire drain out of his hands? And baby, do you think about the past? Do you wonder if every stupid little thing has led us to this?
WtNV EP 107~ the weather
You’re welcome
Everyone you ever knew is really just a part of you; they see the life you choose to live, and they feel the hope you choose to give, and every word you ever say, you teach the world to live that way.
