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Essentially a blog that posts a lot of lyrics and music. Mixed with some of my own writings.

"But it feels like you just might explode inside
You’ve been pacing around and waiting
For some moment that might never arrive at all
What you don’t have, you don’t need it anymore
What you don’t have, you don’t need it anymore"

—Stay Lucky, The Gaslight Anthem (via timetotalkbeauty)

youneednewgrowth:

You are calm and reposed. Let your beauty unfold, pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones. Spring keeps you ever close.You are second-hand smoke.
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins, holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins. 

littlecastlesmadeofsand:

Iʼm tearing up, across your face
Move dust through the light
To find your name
It’s only faint
This is not a place
Not yet awake, I’m raised to make

Still alive for you, love
Still alive for you, love
Still alive for you, love

In a matter of a month
From forests, for the soft
Gotta know been lead aloft
So rid of all your stories
What I know, what it is, is boring – wire it up!
Now breaking new ground

weweremfeo:

I ainʼt living in the dark no more
It’s not a promise, Iʼm just gonna call it

"We need never be ashamed of our tears."

—Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via liveforeverinthestarss)

the-yellow-bird:

what I’d give to force your sigh
what I’d give to see you cry
what I’d give for your caress
to see your blue cotton dress
balled up on the floor
certain memories are the problem
certain drunken lines are the shame
seven hundred miles and four years
I can’t fight the flame; it burns
and it burns
and it burns
and it burns

My writing. 

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"If I can’t love you as a lover,
I will love you as a friend
And I will lay a bed before you,
Keep you safe until the end"

—La Dispute-Andria (via demitriamber)

reincarnatedpolarbear:

Oh, but I love you, even still, even now

Even though we fell apart, even still, even now

But I hope we’ll meet again

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

monalisas-madhatters:

Her and I we never talked too much or licked our wounds
Just lived between the hours of sleep

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