Tuesday, May 29


“But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.”
- Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Sunday, May 27

05272012

I awoke
Only to find my lungs empty
And through the night
So it seems I'm not breathing
And now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be
And I'm breaking down, I think I'm breaking down

And I'm afraid
To sleep because of what haunts me
Such as living with the uncertainty
That I'll never find the words to say
Which would completely explain
Just how I'm breaking down

Someone come and, someone come and save my life
Maybe I'll sleep when I am dead
But now it's like the night is taking sides
With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind
Could it be this misery will suffice?

I've become
A simple souvenir of someone's kill
And like the sea
I'm constantly changing from calm to ill
Madness fills my heart and soul as if the great divide could swallow me whole
Oh, How I'm breaking down

l a t e l y


Friday, May 25

guy aroch

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, May 22

for the helpless & hopeless romantics


i've posted this multiple times, but everytime i come across it again, i am reminded of how much i adore it. it is ever-so romanticized in the way that i love things to be.
it's just so beautiful and raw.

sometimes feeling too much can truly be a curse.

island livin'

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

05222012

so may the wind blow, may the moonlight know your name,
so let the needle move the record round til the walls cave in,
and you and I were out there dancing in the dirty rain.

Monday, May 21

//




SLOW IT DOWN, ANGIE COME BACK TO BED
REST YOUR ARMS, AND REST YOUR LEGS

DON’T YOU FROWN WHEN YOU’RE FEELIN LIKE THAT
ONLY LOVE CAN DIG YOU OUT OF THIS

Friday, May 18

05182012

i'm looking at you through a wine glass,
i'm watching the light play games with your face.
i'm tracing your mouth with my fingers,
i'm trying to pick up your taste.
and will you dance for me?
two more drinks and i'll forget everything.
i can't remember your face by the time i get home.
your photograph in an album, peeling plastic, yellow pages.
tainted by so many fingerprints.
i need to remember this,
need you to dance for me.

romance of a different kind