synecdoche: modest mouse - gravity rides...
Society must let the artist go, To wander off into the nebula
And I claim I’m not excited with my life any more So I blame this town, this job, these friends The truth is it’s myself And I’m trying to understand myself and pinpoint where i am When I finally get it figured out I’ve change the whole damn plan Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight Talking shit about a pretty sunset Blanketing opinions that I’ll probably...
Love is when you can’t be apart from someone for too long. You’re always...– (via poeticheartache)
The ocean floor is hidden From your viewing lens A depth perception Languished in the night All my life,I’ve been Sowing the wounds But the seeds sprout A lachrymal cloud
To build a world of rocks and chaos. What it’s going to be, I don’t...
Above all, be true to yourself, and if you cannot put your heart in it, take...– Hardy D. Jackson (via kari-shma)
i’m just so confused..
when you stop feeding your brain does the air thin...
convinced that the grass is greener, i’m wondering why i haven’t left yet. seems like the roads stretch out like veins. everywhere is a new opportunity but with tired eyes and tired bones i’m left stranded. is a cup caught suspended falling or rising? it’s as if nothing were tangible. haphazard thoughts dance feverishly in my head. drill a hole and set them free.
when doubt collapses in the bowels of my mind,...
i want my room to be finished so i can move everything in there and get some artwork flowing ughh
My passions were all gathered together like fingers that made a fist– Bette Davis (via lorenrochelle)
Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.– Shakespeare (via quote-book)