January 2012
34 posts
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness Like resignation to the end, always the end So when we found that we could not make sense Well you said that we would still be friends But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didn’t have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don’t even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and...
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Our house in the middle of the street, why did we ever meet? Started my rock & roll fantasy. Don’t don’t, don’t let’s start. Why did we ever part? Kick start my rock & rollin’ heart.
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“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is...”
– John Keating, Dead Poet’s Society (via paulavaleria)
December 2011
101 posts
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