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queenofanarchy:

yes and there’s always one person without any input

radtracks:

the sound of silence // simon & garfunkel

hello, darkness, my old friend
i’ve come to speak with you again
because a vision softly creeping
left its seeds while i was sleeping
and the vision that was planted
in my brain still remains
within the sound of silence

August 20th · 9:21 am
hidingfefe:

Graham Dean - Close-Up Kiss, watercolor on paper, 1988
uncoeurvaillantttt:

Joyce Manor goddamit

yankeebrotelfoxtrot:

Classic Cars // Bright Eyes

She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts.
She said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars,
so if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar,
to think of them all alone in the dark.
So I laid some nights beside her in a bed made for a queen.
She said I kissed her different, that all the men her age were mean.
Gave me anything I wanted, oh the generosity.
I took all that I could, it was free.
Now the sky is a torn up denim and the clouds are just splattered paint.
It’s a room I’m renovating; it’s a name I got to change.
If I get out of California I’m going back to my home state
to tell them all that I made a mistake.

And I keep looking for that blindfold faith,
lighting candles to a cynical saint.
Who wants the last laugh at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape?
You can go right out of your mind trying to escape
from the panicked paradox of day to day.
If you can’t understand something then it’s best to be afraid.

August 20th · 9:08 am
plizm:

Amanda Jasnowski