They say insanity is the product of loneliness.
They say insanity is the product of loneliness.
It’s never safe to say, “I want to kill myself.” But then… when does anybody take one seriously anymore?
(Source: Spotify)
“If our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity?”
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worthwhile to listen to :)
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Death Cab for Cutie
“When you find yourself the villain in the story you have written, It’s plain to see. That sometimes the best intentions are in need of redemptions, Would you agree? If so please show me.”
Metatron: It’s your choice. And that’s what this has all been about. The choices your kind make. But you’re going to have to weigh that choice. Ask yourself what’s it it going to take to do this and what will the world be like after it’s done.
Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My my my, my my my, my my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneerI tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My my my, my my my, my my
Right in the moment this order’s tallAnd I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
In the morning I’ll be with you
But it will be a different kind
I’ll be holding all the tickets
And you’ll be owning all the fines
(Source: Spotify)
BOND AND FREE
BOND AND FREE
Love has earth to which she clings
With hills and circling arms about––
Wall within wall to shut fear out.
But Thought has need of no such things,
For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.
On snow and sand and turf, I see
Where Love has left a printed trace
With straining in the world’s embrace.
And such is Love and glad to be.
But Thought has shaken his ankles free.
Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom
And sits in Sirius’ disc all night,
Till day makes him retrace his flight,
With smell of burning on every plume,
Back past the sun to an earthly room.
His gains in heaven are what they are.
Yet some say Love by being thrall
And simply staying possesses all
In several beauty that Thought fares far
To find fused in another star.
THE OVEN BIRD
THE OVEN BIRD
There is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
He says that leaves are old and that for flowers
Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.
He says the early petal-fall is past
When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers
On sunny days a moment overcast;
And comes that other fall we name the fall.
He says the highway dust is over all.
The bird would cease and be as other birds
But that he knows in singing not to sing.
The question that he frames in all but words
Is what to make of a diminished thing.
- Robert Frost
(Source: lustik, via loveyourchaos)
Broken.
– How many times can a soul be shattered?
How many times can it be repaired until there’s nothing left to piece back together?
How many times can it be repaired until there’s nothing left to piece back together?
let your dreams be bigger than your fears & your actions louder than your words. ♥
