FOUND OUT FOUND OUT

You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can’t seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the train I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
You’re like a car crash I can see but I just can’t avoid
Like a plane I’ve been told I never should board
Like a film that’s so bad, but I’ve just got to stay ‘til the end
Let me tell you now, it’s lucky for you that we’re friends

Pulp - “Like a Friend”

1 month ago -

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Had I not already cried at the sunrise this morning, I would be weeping right now.

Prof. Whitman

1 month ago -

2

What you think people think about you is always wrong.

John Mayer

2 months ago -

3

Someone please come wake me if I’m screaming
I am dreaming, of the nightmares that we are alive in.

Tijon (feat. Elana Lane) - “Nightmares”

2 months ago -

2

Of the many imprisonments possible in our world, one of the worst must be to be inarticulate - to be unable to tell another person what you really feel.

Roger Ebert - Heat

2 months ago -

3

Overseas, wish that I could overreach
Reach over, noticeably colder.
Cling to moments you were holding me close.
Think about the things I miss most, your faces appear.
If only I could see them again,
Memories bleeding so thin
December was never so effortless when I was home,
Sitting by the tree,
you sitting by me too smitten to see the disease.
Now see what I’ve grown into.
Used to hear your voices from my room,
let the sound consume my tonal view.
Now I’m hanging by a thread
and the line is giving out.
Want to say I need you now
but the words won’t come out.
So I flirt with this doubt
and sit alone in the snow.
Let it bury me alive if I can’t be carried home.
It isn’t that I’m used to love.
I’ve used my love been bruised and scuffed.
Now being back with you can’t come soon enough.

The Lulls in Traffic - “Silver Bells Are Ringing Only Grey”

3 months ago

Send your dreams
Where nobody hides
Give your tears
To the tide
No Time
No Time

There’s no end
There is no goodbye
Disappear
With the night
No Time
No Time

M83 - “Wait”

3 months ago -

3

It’s so hard to be happy.

Rachel:	Some people change, some people actually change.
Dan:	Yeah, not me. No way. I'm still an asshole.
Rachel:	You're not an asshole. You're just a big baby.
Dan:	I'm a big asshole baby.

A very faithful drawing may actually tell us more about the model, but despite the promptings of our critical intelligence it will never have the irrational power of the photograph to bear away our faith.

André Bazin - “The Ontology of the Photographic Image”

3 months ago -

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