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you know this song.every word.
every syllable.
every letter.
every accent.
every punctuation.
every pause.
every beat.
(Source: davegrowl)
(Source: saras-scrapbook)
i miss you, pumpkin.
a lot
(Source: whitepaperquotes)
humans before profit.
sadly, still need that money
(Source: klainelicious)
(Source: staypozitive)
(Source: ohmellark)
(Source: love-and-rocketships)
(Source: whamboombamm)
SAME.
(Source: jedi-save-the-queen)
- Nutshell
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In a nutshell
I drink more than I should
sleep less than I want
and I can’t pray enough
because I often forget that I can,
I’ve tried finding god in the fumes
vaporized or packed,
but all I’ve found so far
are the munchies
I guess I’ve been searching
in all the wrong places
crazy thing is,
I’ve been searching for so long
I’m afraid I might not notice
when I find him
I dream more than I should
and always wake up on time
having swallowed the moon,
and still vomiting stars
I can’t digest
that I should be shining as bright
so I inject black holes in my chest
trying to shadow my heart
and lately, I’ve been
showing no emotion
going through the motions
and I’m hoping to grow
out of this worn out shoes
because I need stronger feet
to walk the path I wish
to be on
I say less than I should
but speak more than I want
my accent hides true intentions
through syllables mispronounced
and I don’t speak in my native tongue
as much as my tongue and throat want me to
and perhaps it is this
alien mindset that has got me
feeling like I don’t belong,
because although I have friends
and I love them dearly,
everyday I wish
that I could call a place home
So, through prose I try to expose
the fault line of my bones
and the narrow, weak bars
of my ribcage,
my confident pose,
and the doubts that support it
my columns
my spine
and no amount of time,
or dime bags,
can get me as high
as I wish to be
I’m searching for something
more eternal
more permanent
my own forever
(Source: rediscoveringthesoul)


