tastefullyoffensive:

Anatomy of Songs [wronghands]


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unkemptly:

lucid blog

unkemptly:

lucid blog

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Growing old is getting old
I often find myself here thinking
About the birds, the boats, and past loves that flew away or started sinking
And it’s crazy here without you
I used to think this all was ours
We’d stay up late, debate on how we’d find our way
Say it’s all up in the stars

Some nights I rule the world
With bar lights and pretty girls
But most nights I stay straight and think about my mom
Oh god, I miss her so much

And there are people on the street
They’re coming up to me
They’re telling me that they like what I do now
And so I tried my best when I took the fall
To get right back up, back in your arms
If you’re out here why do I miss you so much

I feel like I had it all
Back before I lost it all
Now I just wait for you to talk to me
But you won’t even look at me, baby

And I’d be saying that you
You’re always holding on to stars
I think they’re better from afar
Cause no one is gonna save us

Growing old is getting old
I often find myself here thinking
About the birds, the boats, and past loves that flew away or started sinking
And it’s crazy here without you
I used to think this all was ours
We’d stay up late, debate on how we’d find our way
Say it’s all up in the stars

Some nights I rule the world
With bar lights and pretty girls
But most nights I stay straight and think about my mom
Oh god, I miss her so much

And there are people on the street
They’re coming up to me
They’re telling me that they like what I do now
And so I tried my best when I took the fall
To get right back up, back in your arms
If you’re out here why do I miss you so much

I feel like I had it all
Back before I lost it all
Now I just wait for you to talk to me
But you won’t even look at me, baby

And I’d be saying that you
You’re always holding on to stars
I think they’re better from afar
Cause no one is gonna save us


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A heart’s a lonely hunter
We can’t fight the cold or fight the hunger

A heart’s a lonely hunter
We can’t fight the cold or fight the hunger


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unkemptly:

lucid blog

unkemptly:

lucid blog

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unkemptly:

lucid blog

unkemptly:

lucid blog

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kevinwada:

Wonder Woman Flapper
HeroesCon 2014 sketch
We wanted to make sure that even as a flapper, WW had her signature physique.  It was an interesting challenge.  I definitely turned to Gucci ‘12 for inspiration.

kevinwada:

Wonder Woman Flapper

HeroesCon 2014 sketch

We wanted to make sure that even as a flapper, WW had her signature physique.  It was an interesting challenge.  I definitely turned to Gucci ‘12 for inspiration.


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Don’t worry

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"Who will hold this hope
if I let it fall away,
who will save it now?"

-Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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humansofnewyork:

"She was filled with regret before she died. She felt like she’d failed us as a mother tremendously.""Did she say something to you about it?""She never said anything, so I don’t have any tangible proof that she had regrets. But she had a very bad substance abuse problem. And I know she always wanted to be a good mother. So I separate my mom from her disease. I always imagine that my mom and an alcoholic were living in the same body. And I know that my mom loved us. And that she hated the alcoholic."

humansofnewyork:

"She was filled with regret before she died. She felt like she’d failed us as a mother tremendously."
"Did she say something to you about it?"
"She never said anything, so I don’t have any tangible proof that she had regrets. But she had a very bad substance abuse problem. And I know she always wanted to be a good mother. So I separate my mom from her disease. I always imagine that my mom and an alcoholic were living in the same body. And I know that my mom loved us. And that she hated the alcoholic."


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slapping:

do you ever just want to sit outside with someone and talk all night because i do


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