Foster the People // Waste
I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.
Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized
that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.
written by Buddy Wakefield, We Were Emergencies (via slugpunx)
(Source: ymehcuotrac, via hellonafis)
Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.
written by Evelyn Waugh (via 400eurojob)
(Source: hellanne, via al00f)
Of course I constantly despair at my own incapacity, at the impossibility of ever accomplishing anything, of painting a valid, true picture or even knowing what such a thing ought to look like. But then I always have the hope that, if I persevere, it might one day happen. And this hope is nurtured every time something appears, a scattered, partial, initial hint of something which reminds me of what I long for, or which conveys a hint of it – although often enough I have been fooled by a momentary glimpse that then vanishes, leaving behind only the usual thing.
written by Gerhard Richter (via in-finitus)
going to drink copious amounts of wine and watch eurovision and forget about the start of this week
not a shooting star to guide us
You sometimes think you want to disappear,
but all you really want is to be found.
written by (via harruka)
(Source: mystandards, via al00f)