If I could, I would fix our wrists together
In such a fashion that God, Himself, couldn’t tear us apart
But impossibility knows nothing of compromise
And hope can only take us so far
Tracing your outline in my sheets
Painting your face on my pillow
Faking going to sleep
So I can fake waking up to you
But my hands are tied by miles
If I could I would, rest our cheeks together
So I could hear every word that escapes your mouth
And kisses could act as punctuation
And I would pray and wait for periods and exclamation points
Tracing your outline in my sheets
Painting your face on my pillow
Faking going to sleep
So I can fake waking up to you
My hands are tied
Tracing your outline in my sheets
Painting your face on my pillow
Faking going to sleep
So I can fake waking up to you
But my hands are tied by miles…
(Source: andyvuong)
Paul Baribeau truly melts my heart.
“Wild Eyes” from the Pink Couch sessions.
Paul Baribeau truly melts my heart.
“Wild Eyes” from the Pink Couch sessions.
Emma isn’t a person, it’s a place you get stuck in.
(via marionette-lines)
Emma isn’t a person, it’s a place you get stuck in.
(via marionette-lines)
I only like this song because The Civil Wars are in it.
(Source: theshadowslayer)
I only like this song because The Civil Wars are in it.
(Source: theshadowslayer)
Weezer | Buddy Holly
What’s with these homies dissin’ my girl?
Why do they gotta front?
(Source: oxfordphilologist, via latterman)
We Are Young - fun.
(via paint-it-g0lden)
We Are Young - fun.
(via paint-it-g0lden)
