You act like you’re so tough, but I’ve seen into the heart of you. You’ve got a little laugh, I can’t forget the little things you do. There’s beauty in the way the sky fills with the colors of you. There’s miles in between, miles and miles between me and you.
I’ve been thinking about how many prints and negatives I still own and I guess it’s fair to say that you’re a nostalgic person when your hobby has become hording photos of the past and camera gear. Honestly, I miss shooting as much as I used to. As soon as I get a new battery for my A1 I’m probably going to start carrying that shit with me places again. I actually still have like a reserve of film to burn.
I made a list of all the friends that I never wanna see again And I am sorry but your name fell below every single one of them High school is over and I’ve wasted too much time Making sentences of words just because they rhyme You wouldn’t smile if you knew how I felt about every single one of you
"Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again, so what did you do those three days you were dead? ‘Cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend. Well, Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die, I’m a little bit scared of what comes after. Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling? Do I divide and fall apart? ‘Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark, and the ship went down in sight of land, and at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?"
Andrew Jackson Jihad - Two-Headed Boy (Neutral Milk Hotel Cover)
Two headed boy, With pulleys and weights, Creating a radio played just for two, In the parlor with a moon across her face. And through the music she sweetly displays, Silver speakers that sparkle all day. Made for his lover who’s floating and choking with her hands, across her face, And in the dark we will take off our clothes, And they’ll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine, And when all is breaking, Everything that you could keep beside, Now your eyes ain’t moving, Now they just lay there in their climb.