(870): Uhg.. This isn't fair. I just want to have sex with you until i lose consciousness, wake up and start over... is that so much to ask?
April 2011
March 2011
Dust Bowl Dance
Mumford & Sons
Seal my heart and break my pride
I’ve nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide
Align my heart, my body, my mind
To face what I’ve done and do my timeDust Bowl Dance, Mumford & Sons
Seventy Times 7
Brand New
62. Seventy Times 7-Brand New
Is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with because I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish. I’ve seen more guts in 11 year old kids. Have another drink and drive youself home. I hope there’s ice on all the roads. You can think of me when you forget your seatbelt and again when your head goes through the windshield.
What time is it?
Where I am, it’s 11:36.
Listen
Sigur Rós
Sigur Rós | “Samskeyti”
I imagine this is what it feels like to be underwater
drowning lower and lower
into the melancholic absence of light
into peace.
“Kiss me and you will see how important I am.”
—Sylvia Plath (via periferie)
“We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.”
—Anaïs Nin (via melancholynotes)
