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[hybridmoments-32]

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[itswhateverdoeee]

The beginning to this song is so pretty ugh

[writingsforwinter]

EXCUSE ME WHILE I CRY OVER NOT KNOWING THIS SONG EXISTED

[alexander-grey]

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[anancientheart]

Keaton Henson | Elevator Song

it is storming and I’m full of soft yeses 

[saladisgross]

[thewreckords]

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Swim Deep // She Changes The Weather

[saladisgross]

[saladisgross]

[saladisgross]

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[saladisgross]

[saladisgross]

There's no end There is no goodbye Disappear With the night

[chronicles-of-a-lionheart]

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“Corpse Roads”, by Keaton Henson

And I’m so damn scared of dying without you But I’ve come prepared Resolved for my life to wear a funeral suit. And don’t lie, don’t lie I know we’re fixing to die.

[rocknrollercoaster]

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But we’ll make only quick decisions, and you’ll just keep me in the waiting room, and all the while I’ll know we’re fucked, and not getting un-fucked soon. When we get home we’re bigger strangers than we’ve ever been before. You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor.

[dustonthedash]

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Now and again it seems worse than it is, but mostly the view is accurate. You see your breath in the air as you climb up the stairs to that coffin you call your apartment. And you sink in your chair, brush the snow from your hair and drink the cold away. And you’re not really sure what you’re doing this for but you need something to fill up the days. a few more hours

[saladisgross]

[saladisgross]

And if it's too good just tell me, I'll do something wrong But I'm thinking that you're winking cause you kinda like this song And that bottle of Sangria wasn't such a bad idea after all

[saladisgross]

[saladisgross]

You kissed me on the forehead and told me that you’d never let go. You told me that you’d love me until the end. Which begs the question, are we now dead?

[saladisgross]

then holy shit, holy shit, holy shit if you spoke  insomnia might loosen its wholesome grip on my throat  and i can begin to forgive you for admitting the hoax  instead of learning to hate you for very minute you don't  because i sit here wondering if anything you said was true  and who it was that taught you to speak bullets  without considering the exit wound  tell me who