the dirty colours of her kiss have just by e e cummings
In search of meaning...
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(Source: timeismovingon)
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“Try to remember when you felt free and
The smiles just came so naturally…
You can’t control your age
But you can control how you feel
Breathing dead air into broke lungs that
Once filled your heart
With the will to fucking live”
(Source: appearedandwasgone)
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“Cos there’s something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’,
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin’ city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin’ comin’ down.”
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I Am Disappeared
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When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
She’s got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bed stand
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