Saturday, August 23

0 8 / 2 3 / 2 0 1 4

‘Cause we’re all lovers and bleeders
As all lonely ones have to be

Sunday, August 10

0 8 / 1 0 / 2 0 1 4

Every night that goes between
I feel a little less
As you slowly go away from me
This is only another test

Every night you do not come
Your softness fades away
Did I ever really care that much?
Is there anything left to say?

Every hour of fear I spend
My body tries to cry
Living through each empty night
A deadly calm inside

I haven't felt this way I feel
Since many a years ago
But in those years and the lifetime's past
I did not deal with the road

And I did not deal with you, I know
Though the love has always been
So I search to find an answer there
So I can truly win

Every hour of fear I spend
My body tries to cry
Living through each empty night
A deadly calm inside

So I try to say goodbye, my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm

Always been a storm
Ooh, always been a storm
I have always been a storm

We were frail

She said
"Every night he will break your heart"
I should have known from the first
I'd be the broken hearted

I loved you from the start
Save us
And not all the prayers in the world
Could save us

Wednesday, May 28


Sharon Van Etten's latest album dropped yesterday. Titled Are We There (let me just say - no we are not.) this album is so amazing. Being in a transitional point in my life right now, her words are everything I want to hear during my day to day happenings. Songs that stuck out to me the first day I listened would be Afraid of Nothing, Your Love is Killing Me, I Love You but I'm Lost, & Every Time the Sun Comes Up. Today I'm enjoying Taking Chances, Nothing Will Change, and I Know. I don't think this album could have been released at a better time, everyone should take a listen, take notes & read her words. Her words are feelings far too often unspoken of, words that I feel like came from my own ridiculous mind.
Thanks, Sharon Van Etten. You rock.

Sunday, May 25

0 5 / 2 5 / 2 0 1 4

I don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, I just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, I want your stupid fucking sense of humor making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.

Monday, March 3

| F. Scott Fitzgerald |

"Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him."

| photos from Salt on the Rocks |

Wednesday, February 12

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0 2 / 1 2 / 2 0 1 4