So I’m swinging like a fist fight concrete colored basement,
Alright alright
Lets keep this clean,
As clean as you like.
And it probably won’t get easier,
Just easier to hide.
Prepare for an aching the rest of your life
And I learned about a lot of them last night. It was nice to just sit and have an actual conversation with someone and completely get to know someone all over again. It was unexpected but a good twist to this story
my life
what the hell is going on?
I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs, but I’m afraid that some else will hear me.
You can only blame your problems on the world for so long, before it all becomes the same old song.
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(Reblogged from thebeautifulnothing)
It was monday night under the street lights
She’s turing seventeen in seven nights
Out on the fairgrounds walking in monotone
She kicks a bottle as empty as her soul
On the road alone in a house that’s half a home
They give her pills just to kill when she feels alone
She’s looking for a reason watching the sun coming down
Can you here when we call
There where we fall
Standing our backs against the wall
Top of our lungs hallelujah
Where pain and love bleed into one
Baby when all you see is darkness
It’s coming down now
We all need forgiveness
Coming round now
Take these broken streets
Take these broken dreams
Hold my hand like we, we’re walking free
Tell me it will change I see it in your face
The hope, the fear, the love, the faith
down by mat kearney (via thebeautifulnothing)
The Anchor
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