I don’t think I’m afraid of change in the world, but I’m sure I’m afraid of change in my head.
So Much Road to Lay to Waste
Trying to find one source of light.
it snowed yesterday :). My photo.
this is gorgeous, cherie. also, can i still call you even though it’s late?
This is just a modern rock song,
This is just a tender affair,
I count “three, four” and then we start to slow,
Because a song has got to stop somewhere.
[this is just a modern rock song. belle and sebastian.]
Do you miss me?
One night to be confused, one day to speed up truth. We had a promise made, four hands and then away. Both under influence, we had a divine sense to know what to say. Mind is a razor blade.
To call for hands above to lean on wouldn’t be good enough for me, no.
Heartbeats, Jose GonzalezMeatloaf's Got It Right
“I swore that I would love you to the end of time!”
“So now I’m praying for the end of time
To hurry up and arrive”
Obviously nothing lasts forever. Too many artists forget that the love they’re singing about will soon end. and they’ll be writing a new song. about missing them, or how they cheated on them, or how they’re moving on.
Mrgh. One of the only thoughts after… you know… was “at least I’ll have something to write about.”
