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"One: You’ve got to take it kind of slowly.
Two: You’ve got to hurry up and make your move.
Three: You’ve got to tell her how you’re feeling.
Four: You’ve got to be the perfect gentleman."
Two: You’ve got to hurry up and make your move.
Three: You’ve got to tell her how you’re feeling.
Four: You’ve got to be the perfect gentleman."
— “Balance Beam” by Blue October (via unlearn-me)
(Source: arsenalhearted)
This is urgent,
Call them emergencies
I don’t know how to stop them.
"I want to learn to walk with others as an equal. I want to treat the ones who love me with respect. I want to tell the world I’ll give them all a piggy back and try to take away my negative effect."
— “Overweight” by Blue October (via highasfuck23)
(Source: livvlovesfloki)
"In letting go, I am so proud of what I’ve done."
— ~Justin Furstenfeld (Blue October), “Razorblade” (via mamamusement)
Hate me tomorrow - hate me for all the things i didn’t do for you. Hate me in ways hard to swallow - hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you.
(Source: castielleviathan)
(Source: scary-story, via lukeashleyhall)
"Learning to love life by living through loss and mistakes,
Lessons Learned then gradually surfacing.
Letting go,
Stripping naked to scream.
I am not perfect, nor do I strive to be.
I am alive in this world of face first falls and public breakdowns.
I’m a retarded dis figured clown, dying to be heard for the simple art of letting this heavy wall finally fall.
I’m an equal being of no race, or color, a hallucination if you will.
Sneaking into the the lives of strangers and letting them fall apart to a new rhythm
Just to feel better."
Lessons Learned then gradually surfacing.
Letting go,
Stripping naked to scream.
I am not perfect, nor do I strive to be.
I am alive in this world of face first falls and public breakdowns.
I’m a retarded dis figured clown, dying to be heard for the simple art of letting this heavy wall finally fall.
I’m an equal being of no race, or color, a hallucination if you will.
Sneaking into the the lives of strangers and letting them fall apart to a new rhythm
Just to feel better."
— Justin Furstenfeld (via january11th)
(Source: thnderstorms)
The Energy to Try by Justin Furstenfeld
You remember days when we were fine?
And you were mine, yeah, we’d laugh all day, all day.
Now there’s a retail hotel mirror,
Elevator contemplating these heart attacks,
Of somewhat panic attacksYeah, you’re home,
Yeah, you’re home,
You’re the butterfly guitar that sits on its own,
Am I supposed to write this storybook on how it goes?
I thought that you should know that,I can’t bring you down,
I can’t bring you down,
I don’t wanna bring you down,
I never wanna bring you down,
I love you,
But I don’t have the energy to try,
The energy to tryYou remember days when we were fine?
And you were mine, yeah, we’d laugh all day, all day
Now there’s a retail hotel mirror,
Elevator contemplating these artifacts,
Of what I call panic attacksBut still she’s home,
She’s my home,
She’s my butterfly guitar that sits on its own,
Am I supposed to write this storybook on how it goes?
I thought that you should know that,I can’t bring you down,
I can’t bring you down,
I never wanna bring you down,
I’d never wanna bring you down,
I love you,
But I don’t have the energy to try,
The energy to try,
The energy to try,
Energy to tryRemember days when we were fine?
And you were mine, we’d laugh all day, all day.
(via arguewithatree)
(via happythatyourehappy)
