at least it’s warm enough
to keep the back door open
being stripped
layers by =LeslieAnnODell
i put cities in the mouths of lions
i pushed hell from where it came
i put towns inside volcanoes
even satan knows my name…
—bars of gold - …………
I shouldn’t have moved.
Hindsight.
Limitless self-loathing.
Does life ever get any better? Any easier?
I want to move back, but I know I cant. Things wouldnt be the same.
I think, at times, I’m going to wind up living in my car.
The thought actually gives me comfort.
moledro
n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.
(via beyondneptune)
You Can't Go Home Again: You Can't Go Home Again
“Child, child, have patience and belief, for life is many days, and each present hour will pass away. Son, son, you have been mad and drunken, furious and wild, filled with hatred and despair, and all the dark confusions of the soul - but so have we. You found the earth too great for your one…
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Lucero
—It Gets the Worst at Night
and there ain’t nothing left for me in Tennessee
because I know you’re not awake thinking of me
and there’s something ‘bout just laying down and taking all that pain
I’d rather drive all night if it’s all the same
‘cause half a tank of gas will get me far enough
to be completely lost by the time the sun comes up
(Source: melcore)
What am I still, to you?
Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?
—Jeff Buckley - Morning Theft
