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  5. lastnight tho

  7. never got around to posting this; kinda rough, old new song, etc.

    I was sick of waking up next to this grown up poster child of everything I’ve always hated. I’m blowing the silver lining in the bathroom with the dollar bill you gave me and I’m blowing it all up the left side.

    Don’t beat yourself up about us because I let you down.

    It’s the theory of license plate tectonics that keeps driving us apart and I’m tired of it. You stopped your car in the middle of the tunnel until we couldn’t hold our breath any longer to suffocate ourselves in wishes.

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  9. babysnakesct:

    Thursday, May 15th at Nicolas’ Cage in Bloomfield, CT
    $5 for touring bands 
    all ages

    Soundtrack to Sleep


    Loner Chic

    Guest House

    (via lewisandhisblog)


  10. Tonight I watched the movie Gladiator in my Human Adventure class.
    It was a lot of tension and blood and emotion.
    I’m strangely overwhelmed.
    I’m not sure what I’ve just been a part of.
    Movies, man.

  11. thesilentbarn:

    Ava Luna live @ the Silent Barn (03/25/14)
    photos by: Indie Current


  13. "Grief is not linear. People kept telling me that once this happened or that passed, everything would be better. Some people gave me one year to grieve. They saw grief as a straight line, with a beginning, middle, and end. But it is not linear. It is disjointed. One day you are acting almost like a normal person. You maybe even manage to take a shower. Your clothes match. You think the autumn leaves look pretty, or enjoy the sound of snow crunching under your feet. Then a song, a glimpse of something, or maybe even nothing sends you back into the hole of grief. It is not one step forward, two steps back. It is a jumble. It is hours that are all right, and weeks that aren’t. Or it is good days and bad days. Or it is the weight of sadness making you look different to others and nothing helps."
    — Ann Hood, Comfort; A Journey Through Grief (via theprimroseproject)

  14. it’s time for bed now

    some strange days are upon us

    time for tomorrow

  15. centrarte:

    "Saul" - Armando BravoMéxico

    (via fucart)