Pianos Become the Teeth - I’ll Get By
I couldn’t save you, I couldn’t save what was taken away, and I’m still singing, and you still can’t stay. You “loved life,” and those words have lasted, I just wish I would have had ears for more than what you said because I still feel the lack long after. Such a light body, such a quiet gait leaving behind the weight of the world. I’ll always think it was too early to lose your shine, I guess the means that ends us means nothing. I just hope it’s the peace we all need because I could love and drown in your God damned smile lines but I think I burnt up watching you rallying to stay alive, and I guess that’s fine. It seems we all get sick, we all die in some no name hospital with the same colored walls, and I guess that’s fine.
(via letlive)
Remember that time
I miss Ryder so much
THAT MICHEL RYDER GLOVE SAVE, MAN THAT WAS DIRTY
(via little-shark)
The Brave Little Abacus were a NH based local band that I found out about a little bit too late. This song in particular is a good sort of all-encompassing “what they sound like” tidbit. It’s also ferociously catchy. If you search Brave Little Abacus mediafire on google you can find their stuff, I recommend it highly. Unfortunately the last time I caught them were their last two shows (with Laura Stevenson!!) but I can say based on those two performances that they were a really really entertaining live band with a sincerity and exuberance that I’ve not seen matched in the local scene thusfar.
Maybe it works, maybe it doesn’t, I donno.
“You can’t do that,” she said, storming off. Tears in her eyes welling over and down her cheeks, ruined mascara she’d done up for me.
“I shouldn’t, but I have to.” I said, let her go, let her go, let her go, breathe out. What have I done? The hurting someone feels so normal.
She won’t come back I won’t ask her back we’re both swimming our way to the ocean, the middle of the sea.
This world won’t remember me.
Ha ha!
when can i apply
‘what does 237 mean’
i actually dont know how to answer that question
(via turtlenipple)
The spires of the church above the streetlights
Morning mist,
Taking the sky’s grey and throwing it
Over the world.
Found fifty cents on the ground
My cigarette
Smoke flies off into the void and dissipates.
Shes upstairs sleeping
I’m getting tired.
It’s funny how coincidence turns into custom.
So I’ll do it, and I’ll stop fucking waiting.
I’ve been waiting for her my whole
Post pubescent life.
Even my Mom can tell.
Okay,
Okay.
Sure.
Song of the Day
Here is Botch covering THE B-52’S ‘Rock Lobster’ because LET’S GET CRAZY, INTERNET.
