Daggermouth-Hey Nelson Go Jump On the Garbage
thatmouth: abetterdaughter: statuette: I smell too good to be single.
driving up the ant hill
this facade is the only thing we are able to grasp a sheer wall of hidden thoughts and meanings untitled and irrelevant to anything spiritual this wolf is crying for love and mercy
Feel the drapes
It’s a quilt, a thing of warmth and comfort. Designed in love and tenderness. Buried beneath them, we take haven and let pillows swallow our heads in sleep. Dreams swarm our senses and fill our minds. Our mental lapse into serenity allows us temporary reprise from toil and sweat and death. We chase it and welcome it with arms spread.
No, admit it
You are a faker (admit it) You are a fraud (admit it) Yeah, you’re living a lie (hey) living a lie (hey) you’re life is living a lie You don’t impress me (admit it) You don’t intimidate me (admit it) Why don’t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank (yeah!)
It shouldn't happen
John Mayer makes me want to fall in love.
You Me and Everyone We Know-Sometimes We Have Too...
sleeping all day because you know you can’t escape the night. i don’t have...– fall of troy (via pulpfriction)
It was all for a purpose. It seemed pathetic for a time, and rather depressing. Nothing goes as planned, but that’s the beauty of it. We are here, children of the earth. The sun still shines, birds still sing and we hold to the test. This is our time.
See what he does?
you closed your eyes and watched the sand drift away a beautiful moment of glory, shimmering and bright the trees sway at the sound of your name and watch the sky melt the hearts of all who dream
This isn't what you expect
the downpour of frailty has us wrapped up inside our own minds we’ve seen this happen before and it has us running for hell. we want freedom, but we don’t show it we taking nothing seriously and watch our lives slowly crash and burn post collapse, we are nothing but skeletons.
Look me in the eyes
sink into dark waters drive down the highway of disaster the cement is cracked and faulty take a thousand pictures from here to california don’t get hung up on the sun because it is only your friend until it settles, bloody and faded behind hills of dark shades you know that you’ve seen her face but you can’t remember where. a lost memory left in the caverns of time
I'm not asleep, but I'm still dreaming
the tide of night has all but waned yet here I still sit, waiting for you. I am here and there but never with you. my belligerence is exhausting frailty is closing in, despite my best efforts a cloud in the sky is my one last escape there is a hatch to eternity goodnight.
Build a tower and watch the seas
This is a time of new beginnings, starting over, becoming a new man. But it feels like all i’m doing is wandering around in the same endless circle. My family is far away and my best friend hates me. So “cool”. Maybe becoming a starving artist isn’t such a bad idea after all. But where would that take me, and would I really be happy? Guess I’ll figure things out.
“Good morning, Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land...
Why did you leave?
you really didn’t have to go. I mean, we could have worked a miracle or something. I miss you so much Grammaaaa. your pickles, and good cooking, and those hugs. you always smelled of smoke, and perfume, and it was beautiful. you were always chipper. just come back. for a day. please?
Everytime I see your face, I hear trumpets
My inability to stay happy is unreal. Why do I never see you? I’m here now, and I still hardly gaze upon your face. It sucks. What happened to normal? I miss my brother terribly. So much. As soon as may be, i’m moving him up here with me. And then we’ll move together. Somewhere close to the ocean, somewhere peaceful, some place where him and I can always talk, always see each...
In the wee hours
I was sitting down, just mulling through thoughts and memories. And I realized I really miss the ocean. Plain and simple, the ocean. To be truthful, somedays I’d just like to run into the water and let the waves pound over me, and take me anyplace. A terrible death would probably follow this, but what if it didn’t? Where would I arrive? Someday, I might actually pursue this.
Far fetched for your eyes Beneath the bubbles and laughter there is a desperation Hands reach and scan I feel the frost warm my toes I’m in denial but why shouldn’t I be? Prescribe me the sky and let the drugs soothe my pain We aren’t intrepid just lost