• anthonykiedissnose:

    With the birds I’ll share this lonely view…

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  • helladweeb:

    Scar tissue that I wish you saw
    Sarcastic mister know it all
    Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you ‘cause
    With the birds I’ll share…
    With the birds I’ll share
    This lonely view…

    Push me up against the wall
    Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra
    Fallin’ all over myself
    To lick your heart and taste your health ‘cause
    With the birds I’ll share
    This lonely view…

    Blood loss in a bathroom stall
    Southern girl with a scarlet drawl
    Wave good-bye to ma and pa ‘cause
    With the birds I’ll share
    With the birds I’ll share
    This lonely view…

    Soft spoken with a broken jaw
    Step outside but not to brawl
    Autumn’s sweet we call it fall
    I’ll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and
    With the birds I’ll share
    This lonely view…

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  • aerialarabella:

    My Mistakes Were Made For You - The Last Shadow Puppets - Alex Turner and Miles

    "And we’re just following the flock,
    Around and in-between,
    Before we’re smashed to smithereens
    Like they were, and we scrambled from the blame.
    And it’s the fame that put words in her mouth,
    She couldn’t help but spit them out
    Around your crooked conscious she will wind”

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  • its-been-nice-existing:

    Wake Me Up When September Ends - Green Day

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  • ofallthethingstolose:

    And you’re miles away

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  • word-stuck:

    ”[秋思] the sadness associated with seeing the leaves changing their colors, and beginning to fall  it means that the dark, cold months of winter are inching ever closer, day by day. shuushi (submitted by nymphali-dae)

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  • "That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer."
    Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose