March 2012
51 posts
You can be replaced
You’re only a machine
Rust is covering this town
It’s lost its former sheen
The sun took to hiding
Admist the charcoal clouds
This empire was too quickly built
And soon will crumble down
You can be replaced
You’re only a machine
This revolution is growing
And spreading like gangrene
Your words no longer matter
From your lips they fall as...
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“I think I’ll love you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning skies”
– Lana Del Rey (via edge-dancers)
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February 2012
82 posts
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“Twenty years go by on noiseless feet,
He returns, and once again they meet,...”
– James Weldon Johnson
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you’re the one // the black keys
Sometimes I wonder if it was a dream. Because it was too perfect, you were too perfect, to ever be something that I could deserve. Feeling your arms around my waist and your lips on my skin was bliss. You were so wonderful, and I didn’t want to let you go for fear that you’d slip away. But I had to. And the way you looked as I drove away will forever be ingrained in my memory as one...
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Greyscale. →
andyouwhisperedhurry:
We were looking up at the clouds when the rain started coming down in buckets of our favorite colors. Streams of indigo, violet, blue and silver filled our mouths when we grinned up at the sky, falling thick like paint over our skin and catching in the lines of our knuckles. You spread your arms and I laughed my way into them, joking that it was heaven all along and...
It feels like something’s changed in me
Things aren’t the way they used to be
So I’ll sing a broken melody
Until you’re not so far away
I hate this town because you're not in it.
I didn’t understand how I could be angry, yet at the same time want nothing more than to say ‘I love you,’ and be in your arms, but I did. And I know it’s because I love you. I’m so in love with you, and I’m certain that’s never going to change. Please remember that. I know that it’s hard to think about anything good when it feels like darkness is...
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“So you pressed a flower into my palm, and told me that a rose was not nearly as...”
– moderateclimates
