here it goes again
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say: “That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.”
I can't blame you for being you, but you can't...
love is not a victory march. it’s a cold and it’s a broken...
and the games you play, you would always win
And maybe something’s missing in your mind. Maybe you don’t work the same way...– I Wrote This For You: The Chemicals In Your Brain (via kari-shma)
twirlergirl: i peed everywhere holy...
We’re here and now, but will we ever be again ‘Cause I have found All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade Away again She dreams a champagne dream Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper Lavender and cream Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her She says that love is for fools who fall behind And I’m somewhere in between I never really know A killer from a...
It’s a still life water color, Of a now late afternoon, As the sun shines through the curtained lace And shadows wash the room. And we sit and drink our coffee Couched in our indifference, Like shells upon the shore You can hear the ocean roar In the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs, The borders of our lives.
If you don’t want to do something, that’s perfectly fine. But what gets me is when you promise things, and then don’t keep your promises. Stop being so ambitious. It sucks when I have to depend on you, only for you to flake out in the end.
A sky of diamonds just for us You are the risk I’ll always take The only branch I’ll never break Those fears we’ll blow them all way Fight fires in your best clothes, touch skin with your eyes closed Chase thunder… With the volume down Pack a suitcase, wander to the next town Force quit, on your losing streak Solve a riddle in a magazine, be tongue in cheek Tell me that...
guess that i was afraid that if you rolled away, you might not roll back my direction real soon. well i was crazy about you then
what are you turning into?
just as a general rule, the death penalty is bullshit. an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.
it was not my intention to make such a production of the emptiness between us playing tuba on the tombstone of a soprano to try and keep some dead singer’s perspective alive. It’s just that I coulda swore you had sung me a love song back there and that you meant it but I guess sometimes people just chew with their mouth open
This is the first song for your mixtape. It’s short just like your temper, but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got too cool
nevermind, i'll find someone like you.