Here’s a song about being a smitten, self-centered dumb ass.
she always felt so cold, in her white walled hospital room. she said “i need a bit of warmth, so i can use the reds to fight my blues”. i promised her i’d find a way to change the lack of colour where she hurts. and while she don’t care much for me, i’d bleed and bruise and i would kill for her. i watched her fall in love with that bastard who dont give a damn. to him shes one of many, and “ongoing” one night stand. she’s still cold. so i followed him, pulled out my knife. i stabbed that motherfucker in the throat until he died and i wiped his blood across my lips. you dont know love until you’ve tasted it. shivering she cried “i hope he’s fine”, i painted her room in warm blood red lies. and she aint cold. there’s colour on every wall. she dont care much for me, and i dont care at all.
uh so brad wrote one of the most perfect songs i’ve ever heard and even let me sing on it too. he is really something else and can u even fucking believe he almost decided to never let this song see the light of day
Xiu Xiu - Born To Suffer
"If god won’t come, I’ll go to him"
Kettering - The Antlers
I wish that I had known, in that first minute we met, the unpayable debt that I owed you.
from “Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out,” by Richard SIken
Biko - Bloc Party
All you need to know about Jesse Pinkman in two screencaps
Sail // AWOLNATION // Megalithic Symphony
maybe i should cry for help, maybe i should kill myself, blame it on my A.D.D baby
Nessleton with the hiccups.