tell me what you know about dreams, dreams.
tell me what you know about night terrors, nothing.
you don’t really care about the trials of tomorrow.
rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrow.
well fancy that.
happy birthday to me.
Upon inspecting my itunes in its entirety, it surprises me to discover the majority of the music on it, or rather the ‘most played’ though beautiful, are incredibly depressing and despondent.
do i really need to listen to songs so heavy hearted? it seems like I can’t go a day without the need to listen to these woeful tunes.
Such is the likes in my troubled mind.
when he’s least expecting it, carve a pentagram in his chest and begin summoning satan
Oh we’ll work that silver magic, then we’ll aim it at the wall-
She said love may make you blind kid, but I wouldn’t mind at all.” —Spring Awakening: The Bitch of Living