December 2009
How much would you bet That if I tried hard enough I would spontaneously combust I wish I could disappear and run away from all of my fears I think I’m coming undone So stay the night I promise that I won’t bite ‘Cause without you there I don’t think I could close my eyes How do I end up this way A constant knot in my gut Tied with uncertainty and with lust A...
purify the colours, purify my mind purify the colours, purify my mind and spread the ashes of the colours over this heart of mine.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance Silver moon’s sparkling So kiss me
“We loved with a love that was more than love.”
– Edgar Allan Poe
Boyfriend,
I try to get the words out, but all that comes out are made-up words that mean things I can’t quite say, strung hopelessly together with spider webs. No other could understand, just as no other could understand the marvel that is you and I. I am a thin sheet of skin, stretched over maps of veins and excuses of bones. Milk legs pull you into me and hungry arms become full. I find myself in you....
I don’t know why the darkness comes I don’t know why it’s in my blood You see dawn and I see dusk I was raised by wolves I don’t know why the darkness comes I don’t know why it’s in my blood You see dawn and I see dusk I was raised by wolves
Can I Sleep In Your Arms - Phosphorescent
They’ve got me on the outside, looking in But I can’t see at all With the weight of the world on my shoulders, They just wanna see me fall Have faith in me I said I’d never let you go, and I never did I said I’d never let you fall and I always meant it If you didn’t have this chance then I never did You’ll always find me right there, again
“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful...”
– from Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer (via airplanes)
mama there’s wolves in the house mama they won’t let me out mama they’re mating at night mama they wont make nice they’re pacing and glowing bright their faces all snowy and white bury their paws in the stone make for my heart as their home they tumble and fight and they’re beautiful on the hilltops at night they are beautiful blazing with light is the...
we will never sleep. cause sleep is for the week. we will never rest. till we’re all fucking dead.
“Catch the vision, smell the dream. Make toast and then put it in your anorak.”
– Noel Fielding (via unicornology)
Your Skin is Laced With Cocaine