at the bottom of everything

Hullo. I'm nineteen, I like intelligent women, books, food, kittens, and anyone who can teach me something.
~ Friday, March 16 ~
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Since when did you become so cold,
And such a life-less piece of work?
I can’t take the sound of you anymore,
Or the thought of you.

Don’t worry,
Take what you need,
I left you and your dying breed.
But before we forget,
When the lights burn out,
Don’t come home crying to me.
I will,
Surrender myself,
For the better health,
Of someone who really cares.

Why would you throw it away so fast?
It’s gotta’ get better than this,
Too hard for too long,
I’m holdin’ on,
Try to go but it just don’t feel right.
This light,
Your eyes,
I’m easy.
I should’ve known better by now,
But you look so,
Damn good.

Go get your black dress baby,
And put your dancin’ shoes on

I swear to God,
My intentions were gold,
I swear to God,
My intentions were,
Gold.

Run away,
From your mistakes.
Just like the ones you hid from me.
Why can’t you see that,
I was expecting this all along?

The road is long,
Where’s the light?
I’m tired of walking alone.
Alone.
Alone.

I hope you know,
I hope you know,
I left you long before you left me

Time’s up

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~ Monday, January 30 ~
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Poison oak, some boyhood bravery
When a telephone was a tin can on a string
And I fell asleep with you still talking to me
You said you weren’t afraid to die

In polaroids you were dressed in women’s clothes
Were you made ashamed, why’d you lock them in a drawer?
I don’t think that I ever loved you more

Then when you turned away
When you slammed the door
When you stole the car
And drove towards Mexico
And you wrote bad checks
Just to fill your arm
I was young enough, I still believed in war

Well, let the poets cry themselves to sleep
And all their tearful words will turn back into steam

But me I’m a single cell
On a serpents tongue
There’s a muddy field where a garden was
And I’m glad you got away
But I’m still stuck out here
My clothes are soaking wet
From your brother’s tears

And I never thought this life was possible
You’re the yellow bird that I’ve been waiting for

The end of paralysis
I was a statuette
Now I’m drunk as hell on a piano bench
And when I press the keys
It all gets reversed
The sound of loneliness makes me happier
— Poison Oak - Bright Eyes (via johnstracener)
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Lua | Bright Eyes

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~ Monday, January 23 ~
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the-vainglory:

山登り途中 2 [Explore] (by hugo_b)

the-vainglory:

山登り途中 2 [Explore] (by hugo_b)

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newwavewomen:

i will not die in front of you, hand-crocheted sweater by angela simione

newwavewomen:

i will not die in front of you, hand-crocheted sweater by angela simione


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~ Sunday, January 15 ~
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pulmonaire:

Paintings by Laura Taylor

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emilylmckenzie:

We will rise again from ashes one day. Until then, just roll me away.
I need to leave but swear I will carry you in me until the end

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I’ve tried to get you out of my head but I can’t seem to get you out of my flesh.
— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via beautyisanillusion)

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