"Your heart, felt good, it was drippin’ pitch and made of wood.
And your hands, and knees, felt cold and wet on the grass to me.”
3005 is the end of the world
The end of the world (1851-1853), John Martin / V. 3005, Childish Gambino
so now i’m standing on the overpass, screaming at the cars
"hey, i wanna get better!"
i wanna get better | bleachers
Dave Matthews Band - Rapunzel
How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?
I once had a girl
Or should I say, she once had me