Alan Jensen is God//Star Slinger is Love
Essentially, a perfect match.
When things fall apart
I’ll be there to help you up.
Alan Jensen is God//Star Slinger is Love
Essentially, a perfect match.
were floating everywhere and beautiful. I was at home and they all said I was at home because I was. The music was more than good, it was perfect. The boy on keyboards and the squares of blue and white and yellow behind him. everyone was swaying and we felt it. separate but together, distant but connected. like a string was between all of us and pulling us one way tugging us the other. the lights were so perfect, like shining stars but different colors and artificial. I liked it there and never wanted to leave it was like the movies or the songs the music videos that are in slow motion and everyone is smiling and they know the feeling.
tonight the lights
When things fall apart
I’ll be there to help you up.
no one wants to die alone
no one wants to die alone
we’ll die alone together
there’s something about pittsburgh at 4:30 in the morning
(via skeletonrage)
there are certain sparks, little blips of memories that light up in my brain like the bulb of the flash on an old camera - like in movies when the photographers and reporters bombard the pretty little gem; she’s all wide-eyed and red-lipped - and in that instant when the flash bulb goes off (often times in slow motion, do you see it?) you witness the purest grasp of emotion on her face, mostly because she’s scared and also because she’s sad, but it’s so raw and fucking real that you feel happy. these half-second glimpses are what i see when i think of you, and i think of you all the time. your nose to my nose. then dark. my face buried in your shirt. fade to black. an embrace. and our fingers intertwined.
animal collective
by me
It’s still winter here.
