(Source: rulesofthirds.com)
Who is the betrayer?
Who’s the killer in the crowd?
The one who creeps in corridors
And doesn’t make a sound
Florence + the machine
freeze
Schärfer, besser. Ich starre mit meinen neuen Augen durch die Scheibe. Hinter der Scheibe bin ich, um mich herum ist ein kleines Café an einer Ecke irgendeiner kompliziert verwinkelten Kreuzung, denn ich lebe in einer Zeit, in der selbst Kreuzungen kompliziert sind. Die Stadt ist erdrückend ruhig, als läge eine riesige Hand über ihr, und ich frage mich, wie es wäre, wenn sie pulsierte: alle singen über lebendige, atmende Städte, doch das einzige, was diese Stadt atmet, ist CO2, das die Menschen genauso wie ihre Autos produzieren. Ich bin träge, die Menschen hier sind träge, selbst die U-Bahn erinnert an eine alte Frau mit verdammter Demenz. Ich habe neue Augen, und um ein neues Leben anzufangen, muss man sein altes erst beenden. (ich wach auf, endlich)
I read your name on every wall, on every wall, tell me
is there a cure for me at all?
Boy
the xx - crystalised
You’ve applied the pressure
To have me crystalised
And you’ve got the faith
That I could bring paradise
I’ll forgive and forget
Before I’m paralysed
Do I have to keep up the pace
To keep you satisfied
Things have gotten closer to the sun
And I’ve done things in small doses
So don’t think that I’m pushing you away
When you’re the one that I’ve kept closest
You don’t move slow
Taking steps in my directions
The sound resounds, echo
Does it lesson your affection
No
You say I’m foolish
For pushing this aside
But burn down our home
I won’t leave alive
Glaciers have melted to the sea
(Things have gotten closer to the sun)
I wish the tide would take me over
(And I’ve done things in small doses)
I’ve been down onto my knees
(So don’t think that I’m pushing you away)
And you just keep on getting closer
(When you’re the one that I’ve kept closest)
Go slow
glad you came
the sun goes down, the stars come out and all that counts is here and now; my universe will never be the same, i’m glad you came.
Life’s loud
Life’s loud. It is as loud as silence, it is a rock concert that never stops. It’s a carousel that spins too fast, it is beautiful and cruel. it makes tumble, it makes fall, it makes stay on the floor and it makes stand up again. life kills. life is getting closer to death with every tear i cry and with every photograph and every breath i take. it is a perfume, as sweet as summer and heaven, as heavy as sadness and as expensive as all those things together. carpe diem, use the time, get used to doing bad, good, crazy, wonderful things. abuse your life, let it come into you and abuse you. as i do, as i wanna do, as i maybe never will do. just love.
