Billy Rader.

i wouldn't change a thing about those wasted days, or the time I threw away.

[hopelesshoping]

Tiny Moving Parts- John P (x)

[thevinylrecordguy-deactivated20]

But this won’t change the way I look at you.

This will change the way I sleep.

- I hope things go the way I hope

[hopelesshoping]

Tiny Moving Parts- Sundress (x)

[fungusfather]

tiny moving parts || vincent van gogh

[5iftiesdad]

“This Old Ark” // Have Mercy

[poppunklateatnight]

Have Mercy // When I Sleep

More // Lyrics

[katebush]

Transit- The Only One

[palestbaby]

cigarettes and old perfume / have mercy

[u-moose]

Lets Talk About Your Hair // Have Mercy

[dfndskrmz]

Have Mercy- Let’s Talk About Your Hair

[youarenotsalinger]

Have Mercy | Let’s Talk About Your Hair | shot by dunrath [x]

[halseyisthemuse]

let’s talk about your hair || have mercy (x)

[parall3ls]

Please Darling, be patient with me; I’ve far too many scars  And I’m not too sure I can afford many more But if you take a chance on me I’ll do what I can to ensure that you are not reminded of yours

Please Darling, be patient with me; Everything I’ve ever learned about love  Has taught me to make the most of every moment In which our lips bridge the gap  Between our desire and our reality

Please Darling, be patient with me; I know that I speak too much  To ever indicate such a notion  That I have heard a single word  But please, Darling, trust me Your words have replaced the oxygen  In what’s left of my lungs.

Please Darling, be patient with me; I’ve only recently rediscovered my worth. But if you are patient with me, We may soon discover  All of the weight in every word whispered In the silence and stillness that bridges the gap Between our desire and our reality.

- Original. Please tag if you’re going to steal it. lol

[angelicfilm]

[parall3ls]

“My ears are still ringing from the sound of your broken heart, beating faster than thought, caught in your stare, so encompassing. All resolve is lost as words fall from your lips, my trembling fingertips held out in question. So shake hands with regret, set to slip away. Your eyes crossing, rivers flowing under your pale feet. As the moments count down to flames, meet and greet death, he wears a cloak of your hopes and dreams, quenched like the raging fire they were once. You’re the breath he never found; you are the closed eyes peacefully resting while those around you are torn to pieces. You’re the smoke I pull to escape from thought of you. No touch, no shadow cast into mind, your hand fervidly held at your side as memories of you flow through mine an empty space more lonesome for what it has lost. You’re the sunset smile thundering out of a careless moment, you’re the tightly closed fingers holding in a breath. If you would stay here with me, one more minute, I would steal the world.”

 “I Still Think About Who I Was Last Summer” - Old Gray (An Autobiography, 2013)

[boymeetssubs]

[parall3ls]

I need to rest my weary mind of the thoughts have gone astray over the course of our steady decay. How tired I have grown. And if there is one thing I know, It's that I'm fucking sick and tired of always being sick and tired. The day you left, every last fiber of my existence went into what would reveal itself to potentially be a permanent state of emotional shock. We had gone our ways many times before. But each and every time we would bid each other a bittersweet farewell, we would somehow manage to find our way back home. I've been told by many that it should have never gone as far as it did, and others who shared in my grief. But not a soul offered an ounce of advice sufficient enough to relinquish the seemingly permanent flames that took residence in my chest. I'm a God damned fool for not enlisting in my own advice. And I know it. I've proven it to myself far more often than I care to ever admit. But I'd be damned if I haven't recognized my own growth since things fell apart. That's why I needed to write this. I've come to accept that in all of my self purposed selflessness; or at least well managed attempt to present an image of such, that part of me will not let this go. I'm not fucking happy for you. But I know that I should be. You're actually fulfilling your potential. I'll never deny that. But that was supposed to be our dream. We were supposed to grow together. And that's where life is a bitch sometimes. Things change. And I was foolish enough to believe that we had been holy enough to be blessed with something constant. Although not for lack of trying. But trying is not the same as doing And doing is not the same as trying. As cliche as it may be For years my mantra; this has been "Do or do not, there is no try" Not from a horse's mouth, but from the Jedi Master himself. So if that's the way our lives supposedly work, then I guess I need to accept that we just did not. And we could not. But I can't fucking accept that. This year would have been our tenth since our debut. Don't fucking deny it. You know you knew it. Somewhere inside of you, it's still eating away at your soul. The same way it haunts mine at night. I can see it in the enormous bags in your eyes. Your smile no longer seems genuine. It seems as if the joy that once existed in your soul had departed some time ago. And it kills me. You once were happy. Always a smile on your face, hope in your heart and faith at your feet. I loved your optimism. I loved your sense of discernment. You were elegant and all together lovely in every way. Even in anger. The way your dark brown eyes would turn black with a beautiful sense of fire was something to be both feared and cherished. Because it showed passion. Passion for what you were passionate about. It didn't matter whether you were right or wrong; you had enough sense of pride to stand your ground no matter what. All the while knowing that we would inevitably fall back on each other. Because I believe that we loved each other. And that's where I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't. I guess I always counted on you coming back. 4 years. That's how long I would've been at CBC and away from you when we had planned to give it another honest try if we hadn't entirely frayed both ends of the wick. Well. I didn't go to CBC, and we both chopped away at the last remaining bits of what remained of love. Slowly, each and every piece was disassembled and scattered about every broken memory we had ever made. So I need to decide for myself, and honestly very soon... Have I really wasted my time waiting for you? I know you're not nearly as happy as you have longed to be. And with the current state of affairs in your life; judging by the way things have evolved for you it's not going to improve. The chances of you ever reading this or hearing these words are slim to absolute fucking none; but I needed to cleanse my soul of this longing for a yesterday that time has long since been covered with layers of leaves and melting snow. Year after year, after agonizing year. I'm happy. I love life. I've had an interesting 4 years since you've been gone. I would've never made it as far as I have had things continued according to plan. So, in a way I am grateful for that. But that does not mean that I don't wish you were here beside me for every minute of it. Heaven only knows what will become of our scattered ashes. So you should know that I love you. I have always loved you & probably always will. Whether we find our way back and grow old together or continue upon our path of parallels.