if you don't like me, don't look at me.

Perfectionism is almost an illness with me, but sometimes I have moments where everything is absolutely clear and you can feel, rather than think.

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i know the feeling.

I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.

—Henry Rollins (via thelittleyellowdiary)

(Source: isetthingsonfire, via thelittleyellowdiary)

drifting in and out
you see the road you’re on
It came rolling down the cheek
you say just what you mean
and in between
it’s never as it seems

help me to name it, help me to name it

if you built yourself a myth
you’d know just what to give
what comes after this
momentary bliss
the consequence
of what you do to me

help me to name it
help me to name it

found yourself in a new direction
arrows falling from the sun
canyons calling
would they come to greet you
let you know you’re not the only one

can’t keep hanging on
to what is dead and gone

if you built yourself a myth
you’d know just what to give
materialize
or let the ashes fly

help me to name it
help me to name it