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Death Cab For Cutie Tiny Vessels
I want you to love me like a boy from highschool… maybe because you tell me that you lie awake and think about him every night, but he doesn’t know you anymore. You want to cry when you’re with me, but maybe not. Maybe all the coke just turned your face red. You don’t know me anymore. You’ll never let me know you. I remember the days when we blacked out on xanax because that was great, but never happened.
listen to it, right now.
don’t hate your body because it’s too fat or too thin hate it because it’s a prison of flesh and its existence is meaningless
cheery.
Spoon - I Summon You
Feist and Ben Gibbard - Train Song
narc // interpol
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The Shins We Will Become Silhouettes
confusedplm asked: You're awesome. That's it.
awwwwwww….
The writing had started to degrade
Of it but there was not enough time.
Not in quality but in sense. The
They read to escape but books are
Subjects of sentences began the
Written in life and life made no
Clause and abandoned its end. They
Sense so how could a book written
Were daffodils and sea-cucumbers and
By such failing authors accomplish
Airports and coffee tables but then
Anything at all? There had to be
Became monkeys and tile roofs
Patterns, there was so much evidence
and white sheets. It seemed at first
That they existed but investigation
That there was a connection
Was always unsatisfying. This page
Between them, and the reader forced
Has been useless. This page might lie.
It, trying and trying to make sense
This page is now finished.