I’ve got a sickness, it feels like love

It’s not contagious, take off the gloves

here are some lyrics for you.

 
I’ve got a flask inside my pocket
We can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious
I will try to do the same
Well we might die from medication
But we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening
By the morning seems insane
-Lua, Bright Eyes
 
 
I live by the word until I die by your sword
Even when I’m dead my head will live inside your RCA cords
I wait for the right time, but it resembled now-a-days
Descended on the Earth to put an end to all your holidays
The assassin covered in plain clothes
Smothered the sunlight and set flame to your rainbows
And then came the storm (and then came the storm)
Bewildered those that didn’t contemplate
Fake disguised as the norm (as the norm)
And when the smoke evaporated and the damage was assessed
The casualities were counted as they looked upon the mess
As they focused they eyes on the horizon, who’da guessed?
All that stood atop the hill was number seven silhouette
-Atmosphere, Tears for the sheep
 
 when did you stop believing
in magic?
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I’ll make you smile just so I can sit and look at it

so there’s this website  called least helpful.

hilarious.

http://leasthelpful.com/post/27625224383/with-a-vague-title-like-that-you-can-hardly-blame

http://leasthelpful.com/post/28626644372/kinda-sad-that-you-cant-even-trust-an-angel-that

http://leasthelpful.com/post/27480024159/yeah-what-kind-of-socialist-secret-muslim

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hey yeah so autumn is coming… excited yet?
 
artsaus – deviantart.com