choose life. choose a job. choose a career. choose a family. choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. choose a starter home. choose your friends. choose leisurewear and matching luggage. choose a three piece suit on hire purchased in a range of fucking fabrics. choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. choose sitting on that couch watching mind numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves.
Choose your future. Choose life.
Choose your future. Choose life.
but why would I want to do a thing like that..
Joey Cape / Tony Sly - Wind In Your Sails(Acoustic) (by beschl666)
Band of Horses - Evening Kitchen (lyrics) (by SarahLorrai)
well i know that it is freezing but i think we’ll have to walk
keep waving to the taxis they keep turning their lights off
but julie knows a party at some actor’s west-side loft
supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they’ll be gone
when everything is lonely i can be my own best friend
get a coffee and the paper have my own conversations
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
the mask i polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit.
and i know you have a heavy heart
i can feel it when we kiss
and many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
but me i’m not a gamble you can count on me to split
the love i sell you in the evening by the morning won’t exist.
you’re looking skinny like a model with youe eyes all painted black
keep going to the bathroom always say you’ll be right back
well it takes one to know one, kid, i think you’ve got it bad.
but whats so easy in the evening by the morning’s such a drag
i’ve got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train
and if you promise to stay conscious i will try and do the same
yeah we might die from medication but we sure killed all the pain
but what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane
and i’m not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
the reasons all have run away but the feeling never did
not something i would recommend but it is one way to live
cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is.
yeah. it was simple in the moonlight. now it is so complicated.
keep waving to the taxis they keep turning their lights off
but julie knows a party at some actor’s west-side loft
supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they’ll be gone
when everything is lonely i can be my own best friend
get a coffee and the paper have my own conversations
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
the mask i polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit.
and i know you have a heavy heart
i can feel it when we kiss
and many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
but me i’m not a gamble you can count on me to split
the love i sell you in the evening by the morning won’t exist.
you’re looking skinny like a model with youe eyes all painted black
keep going to the bathroom always say you’ll be right back
well it takes one to know one, kid, i think you’ve got it bad.
but whats so easy in the evening by the morning’s such a drag
i’ve got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train
and if you promise to stay conscious i will try and do the same
yeah we might die from medication but we sure killed all the pain
but what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane
and i’m not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
the reasons all have run away but the feeling never did
not something i would recommend but it is one way to live
cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is.
yeah. it was simple in the moonlight. now it is so complicated.
“
doomed
I am torn in half.
because there are some secrets we keep from others… and some we must keep from ourselves.
On Your Porch (Acoustic) - The Format (by brandonjubbjubb1)
Matt Nathanson - Bulletproof Weeks (by Breatheandfeel)
I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is my life and maybe, however unlikely, I’ll find my way back there. Or maybe, one day, I’ll settle for second best. And on that same day, hell will freeze over, the sun will burn out and the stars will fall from the sky.
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