anthemsi see all things that could be, will be, and will not be, as if they all are. | don’t shuffle
cafélike a baby deer, trying out its new legs–wiggly, uncertain, but full of the raw potential that came along with anything new
cathedrali saw the beauty in the human aptitude to burn myself all to the ground in search of a greater ‘good’–it’s tragic in its futility, but respectable in its nobility
eternowe must etch our names deeper than all others into the bedrock of the world. we seek to leave a mark that will not be weathered by the winds and rains of time. we raise pyramids and statues to keep a piece of ourselves present in this world
feel goodshe’s the kind that picks up a stick and smack the hornet's nest to see how badly it hurts to get stung–because if it’s going to happen anyway, it might as well be on her terms.
glitchthe fact is caught between a forgivable thought and a horribile secret, tangled somewhere between loneliness and enduring affection for her dearest friend
golden slumbersshe waited awake just outside of those isolated, evening-vigil agonies where she had probably loved him best
hype it appppyou bent over–that's good enough to get my engine running.
mondehe knows he's making her worry by taking flight—but some small vicious part of him wants to punish her, wants to make her wait and feel as unsettled as he does
phonographtime had etched some hard lines into her face, but the result was vintage, not worn
red n' goldthere was life in the seemingly whiteness of nothing
roadtrip toto, I don’t think we’re in kansas anymore
rompthere was nothing more insulting to an egotist than not being the focus of attention
sick beatsthe idea of you wandering off with any of these louts or vermin cuts me to the quick. but that is not your burden to bear
sirenit was whispered–barely audible against him, but echoing like church bells calling him to worship
sérénadeshe intends to stop here, lest he find one of the many gaps in her declaration–because love’s principle strength is mostly in testimony rather than rhetoric
word soupfuck you. –that is precisely what I was trying to accomplish, believe it or not.