February 2012
Bon Iver: And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine. I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind, but now all your love is wasted. And then who the hell was I?
Death Cab: So one last touch and then you'll go and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more. But it was vile, and it was cheap and you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me. Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Radiohead: But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling if I just turn and run. And it wears me out... It wears me out. If I could be who you wanted, if I could be who you wanted all the time... all the time.
Brand New: You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold. Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones, spring keeps you ever close. You are secondhand smoke, you are so fragile and thin standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins.
Nicki Minaj: You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, yeah you a you a stupid hoe.You a stupid hoe you a you a stupid hoe. You stupid stupid, you a stupid hoe
“No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on something else, to pass the time...”
– Stieg Larsson (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“Who knows when love begins, who knows what makes it start. One day it’s...”
– Anna O’Byrne (Love Never Dies: The Phantom)
“From an early age she had developed the art of being alone and generally...”
– Sebastian Faulks, The Girl At The Lion D’or (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“Your skin:
unfamiliar
beautiful
strange.”
– Rose Vealina (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of fear of the...”
– Thich Nhat Hanh (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“never wanted to be anyone but myself although figuring out who i was was...”
– Dark Raven (via beryl-azure)
“Look at your little finger, the emptiness of it is no different than the...”
– Jack Kerouac, The Scripture of the Golden Eternity (via bloodisthenewblackk)
