there death has honor.

i can’t do it myself.

because it’s weak, and if there’s a hell it’ll send me there.

but i at least could have honor.

12:42 pm  •  1 May 2012

i have known happiness

stared the sun blind

shivered in your presence

but no longer will i

the conclusion is there:

i will never hold you again;

i will die staring the sun blind

whispering “i have known happiness my brother”

but no longer will i

12:40 pm  •  1 May 2012

I want to tell you all something.
I fell in love with Ben Kweller’s music the same time I fell in love with Elliott Smith and Devendra Banhart; with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Joanna Newsom.  And there is one song by all of them that burns my soul and twists my insides so hard that nostalgia and hopes for the future bleed into themselves like chalk washed from the sidewalk and dried again in confusion and a wonderful spectacle all at once.  For some reason I know I will never love a song like each one of those songs.

But by God, I will never love a song more than this one from Ben Kweller.  And almost from anyone else.  Thank you so much.

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2:37 am  •  28 April 2012  •  1 note

you seem too quiet.  i’m afraid that if i didn’t say anything i would barely hear from you.  i should be okay with that.  because of the different platforms we stand upon now.  you aren’t in the wrong at all…  and i am trying to be better on the outside because that means the inside will follow suit but got do i miss everything and just wish i knew that you missed it too.

2:04 am  •  26 April 2012

PAYDAY YAYAY

11:48 am  •  20 April 2012

It’s never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It’s never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It’s never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It’s never over, she’s the tear that hangs inside my song forever

11:47 am  •  20 April 2012

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11:41 am  •  20 April 2012  •  21,606 notes

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11:39 am  •  20 April 2012  •  20 notes

lawley:

This was my view of downtown Monterey, as I walked into work this morning. For some reason I thought it was extra pretty.

11:37 am  •  20 April 2012  •  1 note

“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”

— Charles Bukowski   (via cigrette)

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11:36 am  •  20 April 2012  •  4,819 notes