This is what I dream.

31. you were a kindness (studio version) by the national

you were a kindness when i was a stranger

but i wouldn’t ask for what i didn’t need

everything’s weird and we’re always in danger

why would you shatter somebody like me?

(Source: autoharleys)

milkpunk:

Demons
The National
Trouble Will Find Me

I stay down with my demons, I stay down with my demons

~

Please dont be scared to RP with me, I’m not quality and I’m lonely.

(Source: iamrighteousfury, via eyesonfire--x)

ishouldnthavecomehere:

——-☸   Emma smiles, waving off his apology slightly before sliding her guitar into it’s case, hanging from a nearby branch. At least he has the decency to apologise. Seeing as she lives in the murder house, it’s hard not to get used to people shamelessly walking in on you without having the decency to knock, and not apologise afterwards - especially if they’ve walked in on something.. awkward.

“No, no.. It’s fine… I uh, hope I didn’t damage your ears with too much.. uhm, shrieking. ”

She knows she hasn’t got a terrible voice - in fact, before Emma died she was supposed to be recording an album with her band. They could have made it big if Emma hadn’t been kicked out of her home by her mother, but she’s still a little self concious. Some people in the house didn’t like it when she played her guitar.
 

John was glued to the spot, eyes fixed on the spot directly above her head; he still felt too uncomfortable to make eye-contact, especially with those nasty little thoughts chattering away in the back of his mind. 

“You sounded really nice,” he said, “That was my Grandma’s favourite song.” Technically, there wasn’t a seamless way to explain his intrusion, so that would have to do. He didn’t like speaking; he just wanted to run away to the empty house, so he could hide away from the rest of the world for a while.

/is the host narrating herself/

/5 points from Malta mother of fuck/

/why do i honk at eurovision;

the uk has 8 points how has this happened

we aren’t last omfg/

ladiesupfront:

Crying in Art, Part 72

Pablo Picasso
Guernica, 1937

therearenocentaursinoxford:

ask-the-noodle-dude:

ilovemesomefreakingpie:

scarredbyxhellfire:

xx-castiel:

thearchangelsword:

Muse:

Mun:

Just kidding—

Muse:

Mun:

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Muses:

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Mun:

ishouldnthavecomehere:

I don’t like asking for this but uhm will someone please come and talk to me? 

/bounces into the picture/

Empire Falls, Richard Russo