Wake - The Antlers
It was easier to lock the doors and kill the phones
Than to show my skin, because the hardest thing
Is never to repent for someone else, it’s letting people in
written by Friedrich Hölderlin, Hyperion. (via ninetythieves)
I once dated an artist who I fell in love with
but then she broke my heart and
called it an installation piece.
You take my money.
You took my sanity.
You took my happiness.
And now my soul.
Stop fucking me over.
My life has value beyond shitty grades and GPAs.
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
the twisted and deranged
And I loved that little game you had called
And how you liked to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons