Random ramblings and posts. No method. No madness. Just banality.
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours (via larmoyante)
Eyedea & Abilities |Junk
I wanna suck out all of your junk and kiss it back into the parts of your heart that you keep locked up.
When you awaken, I hope I’m the first person you call.
I’ll listen like a pistol it’ll be worse than taking to a wall.
Having everything’s having nothing at all.
I’ll watch you climb your way to the top and I’ll still be here when you fall.
There’s no fulfillment in a lazy nation that keeps feeding our infatuation with the idea of being famous.