não mata mas mói.
Oh, the alcoholic afternoons When we sat in your rooms They meant more to me Than any, than any living thing on earth They had more worth Than any living thing on earth On earth, on earth, oh
people have some strange ideas about how live...
You lost control and you lost your tongue
We've got four eyes - so why yearn for one...
Our bigger blessing, Is being young The power of not knowing Where you belong I try so hard to keep it Not to lose that secret Waiting for someone like you To come along
Only someone Who’s morally Superior can possibly And honestly deserve To rule my world I talk before I think You shoot before you know Who’s in your line of fire So somehow we’re the same
hate is a strong word
love street - the doors
night time - the xx
so boredom has come to this, eh?
mallorydrew: THREE WAYS I AM STILL A CHILD: 1. my imagination sweeps me away from reality 2. i like to watch cartoons 3. i distract myself too easily THREE WAYS I AM ALREADY OLD: 1. i think that today’s youth is full of dumb people 2. i like old stuff, like old movies and old music 3. sometimes i like to be quiet at home THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO: 1. start to film something with...
Res ab exitu spectanda et dirigenda est.
garbage man - the cramps
It's the worst feeling in the world to love and...
dispensable: thewordsalloverme: (via sanabananana)
my eyes have seen you - the doors
Let’s swim to the moon, uh huh Let’s climb through the tide Penetrate the evenin’ that the City sleeps to hide Let’s swim out tonight, love It’s our turn to try Parked beside the ocean On our moonlight drive
I see you live on Love Street There’s this store where the creatures meet I wonder what they do in there Summer Sunday and a year I guess I like it fine, so far
e pudesse eu pagar de outra forma
the more i run the more i am convinced