kaitmpayne:

skyiswomb:

The National - Slipped

I’m in the city you hated
My eyes are falling
Counting the clicks with the living dead
My eyes are red

I’m in the crush and I hate it
My eyes are falling
I’m having trouble inside my skin
I tried to keep my skeletons in

Is it weird to be back in the south?
And can they even tell
That the city girl was ever there
Or anywhere?

I’m having trouble inside my skin
I tried to keep my skeletons in
I’ll be a friend and a fuck-up
And everything

But I’ll never be
Anything you ever want me to be

I keep coming back here, where everything slipped
But I will not spill my guts out

I don’t need any help to be breakable, believe me
I know nobody else who can laugh along to any kind of joke
I won’t need any help to be lonely when you leave me

It’ll be easy to cover
Gather my skeletons far inside
It’ll be summer in Dallas
Before I realize

I don’t want you to grieve
But I want you to sympathize (alright)
I can’t blame you for losing
Your mind for a little while (so did I)
I don’t want you to change
But I want you to recognize (that I)

It’ll be easy to cover
Gather your skeletons far inside
It’ll be summer in Dallas
Before you realize
That I’ll never be
Anything you ever want me to be

I keep coming back here, where everything slipped
But I will not spill my guts out.

(via danikamcclure)

"Among the lessons every young man should learn is this one: All women who like you because you make them laugh sooner or later stop laughing, and then why do they like you?"

Roger Ebert
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babyheroin:

Lemony Snicket’s short letters for his dead ex-fiancee written in his books “A Series of Unfortunate Events”

(Source: douja, via smudgedglasses)

nohoudini:

When you’re old and lonely
You will wish you’d married me
I can build a fire for you
And bring you cakes and tea

When you’re cold and hungry
I’ll be waiting by the phone
You can call me up and tell me
How you’re all alone, all alone.

When you’re old and lonely
And the rush of life is past

Days go by too slowly
And the years go by too fast

When your golden loneliness
Is heavier than stone
You can call me up and say:
“My God, I’m all alone, all alone.”

"The cigars are ballast, sweetheart. Sheer ballast. If he didn’t have a cigar to hold on to, his feet would leave the ground. We’d never see our Zooey again."

Zooey in Franny and Zooey, J.D. Salinger

I guess Zooey is as much of a lost soul as Franny.

(via thelessthangrandinquisitor)

(Source: thefilmfatale)

"I know. I am very hard to talk to. I realize that."

— J.D. Salinger (via loieloie)

(Source: buttholepoetry, via ch-loie)

But I warn you, in case you change your mind, I intend to lock my door.”

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