fucking great these two

this fuck

Machester Orchestra - 1972
First Day Of My Life - Bright Eyes
Song For You - Alexi Murdoch

"I want to tell you that I am in love your skin, your hair and your beautiful, chubby thighs. Your cosy stomach, your warm hugs and your killer smile.

But how can I? I know it's hard to see but I can't try any harder.

I find myself constantly screaming your name at the top of my lungs.. It's so hard to tell you with words. All I want and need is, "you're so fucking beautiful and I will love you no matter what. I will do anything in the world to make you happy and when you're feeling down, I'll give you your favourite hugs for the longest minute of your life and if you need or want another one? I'll give you two more. You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world."

Because Ally, baby, I want to give you the world though, I only have so much. I want to show you how much there is to give from my heart, but I just don't know how."

The tension in this room is so hard I could cut it with a knife.

"All the things I need in life…

1. Friends.
2. Mother.
3. Brothers.
4. Dunhill blue cigarettes.
5. Dean Martin.
6. McDolalds.
7. Bobby pins and hair ties.
8. Synergy energy drink.
9. Music Festivals.
10. Money.
11. Pretty boys.
12. Fake I.D’s
13. Dealers.
14. Weed.
15. Love.
16. Enemies.
17. Cartoons.
18. Knowledge in rates for drugs.
19. Perfume.
20. Sneaking out"

natalija

"What is this a hallogram, an endless platform

What have we done to enhance this design

Where do we go when we fear to resign

What have we done but learned to kill faster 

Where have we gone but straight for disaster

Dreamtime is fading wakeup and decide

This nightmare ends now"

I believe in peace, love and freedom - everything brilliant and the existence of the most terrible and immoral, and the power of the greater evil. 

*...
Drenched and soon to be dried,
this rain we experience
will soon vanish and hide
Cos this bond that we got,
is too valuable to let rot
cos the silly addictions
we all have a little bit of,
won ever prevail,
so we gotta team up
and prepare to set sail.
From the demons
I'm convinced they live
inside everyone's head
- not religiously
just defined by
how consciously
- we work,
in this world,
to find a real place together
to experience real peace
and remember - the times,
that magnified
a peak
in our lives,
that started in the deep end,
searching for a real mend,
to settle our stomachs
and endure what's coming,
to wait for our days end.

My life I forget to sum it up as wasting my time sometimes.

Maybe not

This is shit, all I'm writing about is that fucking technical shit and I've stopped rambling but all I actually really want to be thoughtfully doing is writing rambles. WhT about what about....
Maybe I can use "my pretty" method

You can't compare two personalities because you can't see the end of his fucking personality, and so he doesn't know you either because he can't see the end of yours.
This made me think that.. Actually... I just really thought about this and it came down to how much time anyone can spend overestimating somebody either in an instance, a small conversation, an introductory(anywhere), to a small appreciation to fashionable vibes as they walk past would raise questions as if you were pinning a feather.
This is how you become nicer for the appreciated and the something as a whole that one chooses to see.

There are some things I'd love to get to an understanding with my dad. I've realised, there just small things I want to let him know because I think,' 'you're doing it wrong, you could be loving it better,' but you can't.

I keep on from six years ago where I thought, and honestly, to be honest, I'll be honest, I will be and I'll say that trying to open your eyes was me teaching you something that as  the solidarity to the intention I had on and so in my life; I wanted to take you out to sit on the hunger of the pine like little birds. That (then and now) I knew it, and I knew it submissively and instantaneous about to bellow as the pragmatics I'd believe I was cynical not to go and eventually sip and throwback at all my friend's drinks. So, what better to bring you to class, I thought. I never wanted to toss much at you anyway.

And 'back'? Like they had it anyway.. I didn't care what they believed in, if only what they were trying to say was underlying climb attempt to changing my heart. I tried to learn but at the wit's it was hectic collision that we could think to avoid, only if we knew 'our other personification', that of whichsoever attends in case we need to give up or avoid someone with something, or someone who's concentrated (on something to care for). But like with the subjective discussion in just an issue that it still does and would always repeatedly evoke an inflorescent senility we had to go through and get used to, if someone spoke up about something they wanted to let out,
as an idea to their belief they expressed. And they wanted the rest of whoever was there to hear it like that too, if anything we never thought this was the epitome of loneliness, we ran into this.

I thought of having everything written like that good that one of my friends I always want to impress with "who I really actually was" were reading it and I was dead.

I don't know but thanks for coming back for me, and the answers are easy it's giving a fuck is the hardest.

So I slide onto the side of the couch from the arm chair bit of it, like I could sell this that's standing around me as I hang upside down

Ohhh the love of my strides and weaknesses

Write about as if you were saying . saying . saying

If you start to need to anxious to eat what psychotic denial distant advised before preparation. Borderline

Stop writing 21

So,
My sister always starts with so when she's at this particular level of seriousness which she's asking for our attention towards her profanity, so we think.
If only I knew what profanity means...

Otherwise, (God, I love that word

Would it be an educated guess if the answer was classified simple and because additional. (Friend, you will not urge yourself to understand how it's written so grandiose (and I'm guessing that word means pretty subtonic yet with exemplary focus), which, for those who struggle to comprehend reading blog posts, small news paper texts and fonts, paragraphs, prologues (but no one dislikes the wait to start of a book, and we all thank these) writings, readings [not like there should be a difference between the last two] but to those who struggle phasing into any on coming congruity or the profound lateness. This has an extent that's large enough enlightenment from any dynamic we pick up not only ready but everywhere, but with reading we care less.

Trying to feel for what someone has written in writing exerts an understanding from the one sentence to the heart of character from either your head, heart, your hips, your rib cage, your feet or even your Adam's apple (for the spike of presence) and before you're not giving yourself up to these books you read but that raw interview you've with characters before yourself as you yearn to hear more about them, or less, for that altitude as tolerance to somebody's patience could at this level inspire somebody to read however this could have another option.