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Bright Eyes—If the Brakeman Turns My Way
When panic grips your body and your heart is a hummingbird
Raven thoughts blacken your mind until you’re breathing in reverse
All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse
Every reassurance just magnifies the doubt
Better find yourself a place to level out
Got a cricket for a conscience always looks the other way
A cocaine soul starts seeming like an empty cabaret
Hey, where have all the dancers gone? Now the music doesn’t play
Tried to listen to the river but you couldn’t shut your mouth
Better take a little time to level out
I never thought of running
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DO WANT.
Posted on June 30, 2010 via The Daily What with 1,358 notes
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She wasn’t bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.
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This makes my head hurt.
Posted on June 30, 2010 via Photojojo! with 161 notes
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Flat White from Red Cherry Coffee (via Lameen)
Posted on June 30, 2010 via Art in My Coffee with 42 notes
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All of them, all except Phineas, constructed at infinite cost to themselves these Maginot Lines against this enemy they thought they saw across the frontier, this enemy who never attacked that way-if he ever attacked at all; if he was indeed the enemy.

