March 2012
65 posts
February 2012
84 posts
Bon Iver: And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine. I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind. But now all your love is wasted, and then who the hell was I?
Death Cab: So one last touch, and then you'll go and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more. But it was vile, and it was cheap, and you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me. Yeah, you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me
Radiohead: But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling if I just turn and run. And it wears me out. It wears me out. If I could be who you wanted, if I could be who you wanted all the time... all the time.
Brand New: 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 secondhand 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.
Nicki Minaj: You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe.
I'm dying.
Say your goodbyes.
Hi. You’re making an ass of yourself.
This head of stone lets no one in anymore.
Thank god.
*science
“Today is a gift from God.” LLLLOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLL
There are babies with guns beheading their friends...
There’s just too much to lose. If given the choice then I’m begging you choose to walk away. Don’t let it get you.
If you can't hang then there's the door.
I don’t owe you a god damn thing.
The beauty of being a fly on this fucking window is I can see you coming at me in basically slow motion. I’ll process it in milliseconds and be gone long before you make contact with this dirty, neglected pane of glass.
Assuming you’ve got me figured out is your misconception. You’re trying to interpret a foreign novel. But explaining myself to you would just be a poor attempt...
You could be my compass
