'Cause I feel just like a map
Without a single place to go of interest,
And I’m further north than south;
If I could shut my mouth she’d probably like this.
So buy a pretty dress,
And wear it out tonight
For all the boys you think could out do me,
Or better still
Be my winding wheel.
Your body’s been honest
but here again it lies.
Leif Vollebekk, You Couldn’t Lie to Me in Paris (via coffeeslut)
Why won’t you let me love you in the best way I know? We won’t go out to dinner and we won’t see a show. You’ll know just how I love you when I’ve got you alone.
You are what you love.
And not what loves you back.
If there is a human race still here in 100 years, I think it will be thanks to music.
Don’t be cool. Be passionate. Be dedicated. Be tenacious. Be uncompromising. Be pissed. Be happy. Be sad.
I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
All my friends got crooked tales. That’s the way I like it, that’s the company I keep.
The fact that music can induce goosebumps, draw a tear, inspire, & connect is one of my favorite parts of being a human.
You don’t necessarily have to write to be a poet. Some people work in gas stations and they’re poets. I don’t call myself a poet, because I don’t like the word…I’m a trapeze artist.
Without music, life would be a mistake.
They didn’t tell you when you make it, you gotta keep making it.
In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.
You are what you listen to.