The 1975 - Falling For You.

“

One day, whether you 
are 14, 
28 
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest, 
most awful truth 
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.

”

—	Beau Taplin, "The Awful Truth"

When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might take my place 
When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might end up being me

Adiós, Gabriel García Márquez.

I look for some hope in every face there's a vacant stare
The shadows come but no one seems to care
The darkness floods every light that could promise change
She passed sound asleep when the blood is stain
But blood is pain

“Rompí a llorar. Me encanta esa expresión. No se dice rompí a comer o rompí a caminar, rompes a llorar o a reír. Creo que vale la pena hacerse añicos por esos sentimientos.”

—	Albert Espinosa

゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜

nobody hates me more than i hate me 

゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜

Run

Ill Sing It One Last Time For You
Then We Really Have To Go
You've Been The Only Thing Thats Right
In All I've Done

And I Can Barely Look At You
But Every Single Time I Do
I Know Well Make It Anywhere
Away From Here

Light Up, Light Up
As If You Have A Choice
Even If You Cannot Hear My Voice
Ill Be Right Beside You Dear

Louder Louder
And Well Run For Our Lives
I Can Hardly Speak I Understand
Why You Cant Raise Your Voice To Say

To Think I Might Not See Those Eyes
Makes It So Hard Not To Cry
And As We Say Our Long Goodbye
I Nearly Do

Light Up, Light Up
As If You Have A Choice
Even If You Cannot Hear My Voice
Ill Be Right Beside You Dear

Louder Louder
And Well Run For Our Lives
I Can Hardly Speak I Understand
Why You Cant Raise Your Voice To Say

Slower Slower
We Dont Have Time For That
All I Want Is To Find An Easier Way
To Get Out Of Our Little Heads

Have Heart My Dear
Were Bound To Be Afraid
Even If Its Just For A Few Days
Making Up For All This Mess

Light Up, Light Up
As If You Have A Choice
Even If You Cannot Hear, My Voice
Ill Be Right Beside You, Dear

Ain't no rest for the wicked

I was walking down the street
When out the corner of my eye, 
I saw a pretty little thing approaching me.
She said I never seen a man, 
Who looks so all alone, 
Oh, could you use a little company?
If you could pay the right price, 
Your evening will be nice, 
And you can go and send me on my way, 
I said you're such a sweet young thing, 
Oh why you do this to yourself.
She looked at me and this is what she said.

Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked, 
Money don't grow on trees, 
I got bills to pay, 
I got mouths to feed, 
There ain't nothing in this world for free.
Oh no I can't slow down, 
I can't hold back
Though you know, I wish, I could, 
Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked, 
Until we close our eyes for good.

Not even 15 minutes later, 
I'm still walkin' down the street
When I saw the shadow of a man creep out of sight, 
And then he swept up from behind, 
He put a gun up to my head, 
He made it clear he wasn't looking for a fight, 
He said give me all you've got, 
I want your money not your life, 
If you try to make a move I won't think twice, 
I told him you can have my cash, 
But first you know I've got to ask, 
What made you want to live this kind of life?

He said there ain't no rest for the wicked, 
Money don't grow on trees, 
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
There ain't nothing in this world for free.
Oh no I can't slow down, 
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked, 
Until we close our eyes for good.

Well now a couple hours passed, 
And I was sitting in my house, 
The day was winding down and coming to an end, 
And so I turn to the TV, 
And flipped it over to the news, 
And what I saw I almost couldn't comprehend, 
I saw a preacher man in cuffs
He'd taken money from the church, 
He'd stuffed his bank account with righteous dollar bills
But even still I can't say much
Because I know we're all the same, 
Oh yes we all seek out to satisfy those thrills.

You know there ain't no rest for the wicked, 
Money don't grow on trees, 
We got bills to pay
We got mouths to feed
There ain't nothing in this world for free.
Oh no we can't slow down, 
We can't hold back
Though you know we wish we could.
Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked, 
Until we close our eyes for good.

they're not like tremors, they're worse than tremors, they're these terrors, it feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat and squeezing, sometimes i see flames and sometimes i see people that i love dying

"I'll never forget how we would sit in my basement till five 

in the morning. We would listen to sad songs with smoke in 

our lungs and smiles on our faces."