radical-softness:

“I quite like to make it through the night
My heart beats slow fast, I don’t feel right
With a slight of hand
I might die

What about you over there?
Well, don’t you think I care?
Well I know you know
I know you know I know”

cultureorder:

“Emily tries but misunderstands
She’s often inclined to borrow somebody’s dreams till tomorrow”

child-of-ziggy:

David Bowie - We Are The Dead

rocknrollwillneverdie:

Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd (The Wall, 1979)

fuckyeahswellmusic:

Interpol - Slow Hands

“Now I submit my incentive is romance, I watch the pole dance
Of the stars, we rejoice because the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms and grace
I just go crazy like the good old days, you make me want
To pick up a guitar and celebrate the myriad ways that I love you

Can’t you see what you’ve done to my heart and soul?
This is a wasteland now”

thomyork-e:

But don’t forget the songs that made you smile 
And the songs that made you cry 
When you lay in awe on the bedroom floor 
And said : “Oh, oh, smother me Mother…”

1ibertine:

But me myself, I was never sure, was it the liquor or was it my soul?

1ibertine:

he’s the sweetest girl in the world

1ibertine:

When she wakes up in the morning, she writes down all her dreams.