Hem - Half Acre
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Hem - Half Acre
Came in like the breeze, I felt it in my knees Never will it leave Each day it is retrieved. We built our own house, own house With the hands over our hearts And we swore on that day That it will never fall apart.
Pure, sweet violent hearts Believes the signs we see in the cards Believes the signs we read in our dreams But we seem to follow the stream What’s it gonna be with the violence? What’s it gonna be when the fire rides in? What’s it gonna be like when the sound of you and I die out? What am I to do in my room, oh? Look at the walls turning yellow What am I to do in the city if I can’t have it all And I just wanna feel pretty? For my own doomed soul, doomed as the source Where can I find peace in the city, as I found in the eyes of yours? As I found in the eyes of yours
*signs a legal document with a glitter gel pen*
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Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
Stephen King (via scienceandstardust)
i am glass but do not call me fragile glass is not delicate and neither am i {{ i am glass because i am [ broken ] }} and the pieces of me are more dangerous than the {whole} me ever was
I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.
Vincent van Gogh (via vincentvangogh-art)