I hope that I can take my pain I hope that I can shape it, mold it I hope that I can squeeze it and it leaves a mark and I’ll know my fingers did it photo / madatmost via Tumblr
If you are to hold me hold me as a gun
Was it a dream?
A Hollywood Western backdrop was set up for Horse – and then dismantled.
A bed in a hotel room in eternity. No exit.
Fate will accept a substitute.
I keep running into your goddamn face. It’s not even you.
I don’t think anybody is coming.
Once you acknowledge the riddle, it goes away. The next one makes its way slowly, or abruptly. In any case, it’s too late. It’s everywhere.