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tylerposeysjawline:

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allisonaargent:

‧ 001.) TRUST, NEON TREES
You, you got your head in a swing.
Yeah, I, I am trying to give you salvation.
You appear as a devil, like a wolf in the woods.
But you’re acting exactly as we expected you would.
‧ 002.) PAPER TIGER, SPOON
We could go kick down some doors together,
stay out till morning, sharp as knives.
The new war will get you, it will not protect you.
But I will be there with you when you turn out the light.
‧ 003.) THIS IS FOR REAL, MOTION CITY SOUNDTRACK
I’ve got emotion dripping out my pores and I,
thought I would let you know.
You are the night light ripping through my wicked world.
How you make it sparkle and glow.
Before I lose control there’s just one thing you should know:
This is for real, this time I meant it.
‧ 004.) WONDERFUL, GARY GO
If what you’ve lost cannot be found
and the weight of the world weighs you down,
no longer with the will to fly.
You stop to let it pass you by.
Don’t stop to let it pass you by.
You’ve got to look yourself in the eye and say, “I am wonderful.”
‧ 005.) SINK OR SWIM, TYRONE WELLS
Caught in the middle of a crossfire; lost my balance on a high wire,
trying to figure out what to do.
Pushed to the edge of my reason; everywhere around me it’s treason.
I don’t want to do that to you.
‧ 006.) MY TIGER MY HEART, THE BOY LEAST LIKELY TO
My tiger, my heart. We’re growing apart.
We’re trying to be friends but it’s hard sometimes
to be friends with something that eats butterflies and pencil sharpeners.
And I think it would be happier being free.
‧ 007.) THE DELICATE PLACE, SPOON
I got nothing, you got something.
I feel out of place looking in your window,
into the delicate place.
Reflection stating obvious mating holds.
‧ 008.) BEAUTIFUL FREAK, EELS
Some people think you have a problem
but that problem lies only with them.
Just because you’re not like the others.
But that is why I love you.
‧ 009.) TEENAGE DREAMS, NADA SURF
Calm down now, gotta trust the mind.
Take as common sense in the blood of time.
Can’t talk much, just a little bit.
The truth is a tree if you start shaking it.
Sometimes I ask the wrong questions but I get the right answers.
Moved to a tear by a subway dancer.
It’s never too late for these teenage dreams.
‧ 010.) SAVED, THE SPILL CANVAS
I am unbreakable but it looks like I could sometime soon.
And you are unreachable, about as possible as me touching the moon.
I am unraveling, unbearably empty.
And if this ground gives way I just hope that you’ll catch me.
You came and saved me tonight, defending all my life.
‧ BONUS TRACK BELIEVE, THE BRAVERY
I am hiding from some beast but the beast was always here
watching without eyes. Because the best is just my fear
that I am just nothing. Now it’s just what I’ve become.
What am I waiting for? It’s already done.
Oh, so give me something to believe cause I am living just to breathe.
And I need something more to keep on breathing for.
So give me something to believe.
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“It is much easier to humiliate, degrade, and just generally shit all over someone than it is to admit that you love them.”

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cowls:

“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.” - Richard Siken

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starkwaters:

He had green eyes,
                    so I wanted to sleep with him —
  green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool—
You could drown in those eyes, I said.
                                           The fact of his pulse,
the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire
    not to disturb the air around him.
Everyone could see the way his muscles worked,
                       the way we look like animals
                                  his skin barely keeping him inside
       I wanted to take him home
and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his
    like a crash test car.
                           I wanted to be wanted and he was
very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
    You could drown in those eyes, I said,
                                       so it’s summer, so it’s suicide,
so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

— Richard Siken, “Little Beast” (Part 4)