I know that you're an artist, you're the hardest one to deal with. Everything that you conceal is revealed on your canvas. You find all of your ugly meanings in the things I find beautiful. Do you see the fall is coming? Come, I'm falling into you. You perceive all of these things I'd never have known. Love, will you turn off the lights? 'cause we're already home. You painted me in pastel, colors that don't tell of any boldness. That's the way you'd love to see me: so delicate, so weak, so little purpose. But your eyes are drawn of charcoal they're black, they're so cold, they're so imperfect. Because they see a sleeping world,
where waking isn't worth it. You perceive all of these things I'd never have known. Love, will you turn off the lights? 'cause we're already home. how, how, can you live without your lies. oh, oh, love I've had enough of you tonight. all of these things I'd never have known,oh.
love will you turn out the lights 'cause we're already home, oh. You perceive all of these things I'd never have known, oh. love will you turn out the lights,'cause we're already home, home.
CLICKY HEEE-UH. You know you wanna ;)
The Disappointing Artist
“And in the end we’re all just humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via itsmicca)
2:46 pm • 20 April 2014 • 21,489 notes
if you loved me, why’d you leave me… you’re all I want
12:16 am • 9 April 2014
“More and more I found myself at a loss for words and didn’t want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.”
— Paula McLain, The Paris Wife (via bruisinq)
(Source: blogut, via morethanatornado)
11:45 pm • 8 April 2014 • 44,180 notes
“Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper. I didn’t want to write these pages until there were no hard feelings, no sharp ones. I do not have that luxury. I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again. I want more landmarks, less landmines. I want to be grateful but I’m having a hard time with it.”
— Richard Silken (via aplethoraofquotations)
9:26 pm • 5 April 2014 • 3,450 notes
Every Vessel Every Vein by Joel Baker
If you haven’t listened to this guy, you definitely need to give him a listen. One of my favorites.
11:00 pm • 4 April 2014 • 2 notes