Eddie Berman feat. Laura Marling - Dancing In The Dark
a slowed down cover of my favorite Springsteen song? I’ll take it.
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Perhaps most of all, though, you deserve to be okay. You deserve to know that a day in which you can just barely get out of bed because you are sad, or sick, or simply not ready to see the outside is not the end of the world. You deserve to know that moments of weakness do not make you fundamentally weak, only fundamentally human, and that sometimes we’re not going to be effusively happy, and that is okay.
“
| — | Chelsea Fagan, What You Deserve (via merelyghosts) |
I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should
“
| — | Benedict Smith, I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via seols) |
She never got me. Never understood, never cared to. Wanted to say she knew me, but she didn’t.
It took me a long time to realize that I could not settle for this, longer than it should have, longer than I will admit, but here I am putting it down.
Toxic people will flood you out anyway they know how.
She was, for the official stamped record, once good to me. She washed my back and combed my hair but not once did I let her kiss my wounds. Not once because I knew she would not understand how they got there.
When she became horrible, when she started drinking too hard and hitting too much, I wasn’t terrified, I wasn’t sad, I was relieved. It was an excuse to go. I shouldn’t have needed one. But I did, and I took it.
