I crushed it in my hamfist: Yeah, so I need to follow more blogs on here. Well, different sorts of...
Yeah, so I need to follow more blogs on here. Well, different sorts of blogs so that there’s a variety of stuff on my dash.
So! Reblog if you post these sort of things (any one them):
- Marble Hornets
- Supernatural (never too much Supernatural)
- Fashion stuff (like cute clothes and makeup and…
Ok you guys need to do a thing for me
I love you little bbies and i wish i could buy you all a lot of ice cream
so much ice cream
but i cant
i have something better
the blog of my sweet prince
his name is harrison. he even has a shirt that says “HARRISON” across his chest. i am not kidding he might actually be jesus
this is his blog ok:
guildmccommunist.tumblr.com
he likes things. he likes arrested development and other thigns idk its not important this follow is unconditional for you whores
his only follower is me
this is unacceptable
get on that shit
or i’ll fucking find you
i’ve got my eye on his follower list
you better make sure your punk bitch ass is on that list
A Final Concert in Munich
cello strings they hum when kissed from sleep
the silence your missing madness your everything (your nothing) brings
an empty place to burn to light up the street
with one note two notes three
warm dying city lights (but it’s alive, alive)
quivering candles in the alley you’ve never seen
there’s a breeze it never leaves me (never) it never leaves
no heaven in the thread though it hugs me (how it hugs me empty)
there was midnight (one and two and none)
when your darker cadence filled me your buried words they showed me
the notes you strung together (shudder you shuddered beneath me)
and warmth the thick the air
the echo after a final concert in munich
it breathes it breathes and dies it dies
i’ll never need it to sustain me (i am the night sky the darkest sky your hands won’t dare to touch me)
there’s a click a click it belongs to one
one note no notes the quieted dreams
the trains of the thoughts hushed forever keep
beside a channel after champagne before vanishing fireflies
they land upon my skin when i sleep
the glass our glass is colored in burgundy
if i could be (ever if i could be) as weightless as the symphony
i’d walk (every step is a part of me and breathes it breathes) to the North you’d never find me
i’d pour it all into the sea (i color the sea)
to know the quiet streets of Germany (they talk they sing they fall around me)
i carry the things your fading eyes never see (they fade away from my memory)
you breathe and you breathe but it dies it dies
the final concert in munich (the halls are painted dark i always see)
we fall and echo you drink the wine i brought to the northern sea
you are discordance the cello (i break you in my dreams)
