Pure poetry in motion. We’re both down here, losing control, sellotaping my soul…
(Source: wwei42, via fckyeaharcadefire)
I heard the truth was built to bend, a mechanism to suspend the guilt is what you are requiring still, you’ve got to dance little liar!
(Source: loki-dokey, via watch-it-go-bling)
Me and my boyfriend have an adorable game where I pretend to be ‘just a big fan’ of his band and he pretends that he doesn’t know I exist.
(Source: ins0mniacslullaby, via snow-blind)
I’m the fury in your head, I’m the fury in your bed, I’m the ghost in the back of your head.”
— Foals - Spanish Sahara
(via your-band-sucks)
(Source: nikesandsweats, via your-band-sucks)
Well I began to breakdown, searching overtime, bring me a pigs heart and a glass of wine.
(Source: flightts409)
What did you think would come out of it all? That we’d quit pretending we doubted it all? Oh you don’t make me nervous, hell nobody does these days.”
— The Vaccines - A lack of understanding
glowing in the dark
Be cruel to me ‘cause I’m a fool for you.
(via drunkdave)
