| we'll live and die in these towns, don't let it drag you down. |


menthol hold me tight and think of home.menthol by ~jayeface
but what happens when home isn't the place you want to be?
hold hands with others and dream of a better life, try to fill the void
in the end it returns to the boy with the knowing smile
try to bandage it, move on, change course, but the strings meet again,
on a cold autumn morning, smoke rising over sheltering bodies
as if hearts are smoldering and slowly burning up,
rather than the borrowed cigarettes held in twitching fingers
what do stars do?
sometimes it's hard to shine.
| i am the bastard love child of freddie mercury & tilda swinton. my life is marboro reds, waiting for dreadlocks, beautiful films, beautiful poetry, beautiful people, angels, reading for hours, unforgettable days, taking photos, getting the munchies, skin and bones and telephones, riding the wind, wishing on stars and being at peace with myself. my heroes are allen ginsberg, patrick wolf, kate bush, stephen tennant, sofia coppola, kimya dawson, alessi, courtney love, emily blunt & cora pearl. and it's true, i love him, but i'll most probably fall in love with you too. |