Charles Baudelaire
whatever needs to be said was said in iris by the goo goo dolls
Came back wrong? How about came back right, except that the world you came back to is wrong. Came back just like waking up from a long nap only to find that the people who love you broke themselves into shards and bloody bargains to get you back.
There are new stains that nobody will explain, hidden beneath the rug in the upstairs hallway. Your mother's left eye is clouded and strange. The cat no longer goes near your brother. There's a sharp-edged shadow now, under your lover's smile.
Everybody says you must be remembering wrong, but your sense of smell is just as good as ever. The closet that used to smell like cedar and cinnamon smells like sulfur, now, and nobody will tell you why.
You dumb motherfucker life isn't about smelling flowers or feeling radiant sunshine on your skin or making meals with your loved ones. You idiot son of a bitch. It's about apps. It's about scrolling through apps.
as much as i understand being a hater you have to offset that shit with genuine, sincere enjoyment & wonder sometimes lest YOU become the one who is corny. and sad. imo.
I've been going through it a bit lately and your music has been helping a lot.
In particular the library at the very bottom of this place and the lines "I'm not my body, I'm not my brain..." have really been resonating with me. Because there are days that I really hate my body and my brain and my habits and just about everything, but having this as a mantra to repeat and remind myself that there's *something* about me deeper than that and deserving of love has been huge!
Thank you! I am not the sock, I am the pennies filling it that fracture the jaws of my enemies
i avoid printers at all costs but deep down i think i should've been a printer. life so easy. i sit there all squarelike and when someone has a minor task for me i goFUCK YOU
“Strangers” - The Kinks // Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead - Tom Stoppard