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rookiemag:

Relationships Are Work

A beginners’ guide to being a good partner.

Words by Emily, illustrations by Ana.

Oh my god yes

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So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?A smile from a veil?Do you think you can tell?Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?Hot ashes for trees?Hot air for a cool breeze?Cold comfort for change?Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?How I wish, how I wish you were here.We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,Running over the same old ground.What have we found?The same old fears.Wish you were here.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

offside-goal:

people are still saying “i love breaking a man’s ego!” like what the fuck why do you need to break anyone’s confidence and self love to feel good about yourself, go fuck yourself 

monocoquemadam:

pqpf1:

Já que o papi nem sempre pode ver a corrida do filho, ele também tem seu jeitinho de assistir! #f1 #magnussen

There’s F1 Dad’s, and then there’s Jan Magnussen.

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The madness and the damage done

(If) you write one more thing in my book of lies
I brainwash myself a blood-stained mind
Put on a glass, It’ll never forget the pain
The same old, same old hurting game
You love the whole wide world with your body as a sign
But I never was the physical kind
You offer holy cure and sight to the blind
But I never was the miracle kind
You’ll remember me when you sell your ring
Don’t tell me you don’t feel a thing
Holy Mary (I,) can’t seem to shut her legs!
Thoughts run wild
The madness and the damage done

You’ll remember me when your worlds collide
The sea will rise and your thought divide
You’ll remember me when the sea retreats
The cerebral storm won another defeat*
While we sing to the moon your stars fall down
While our eyes run sore, you wear a crown
The sometimes, maybe: There’s no middle ground
The void has won,
The madness and the damage done

You’ll remember me when my sight ran sore
Black jazz for the mass, Birds sing no more
Put on a glass, it would never forget the pain
The same old, same old hurting game
You’ll remember me when I end this game,
Don’t say no, don’t you say my name
When I leave this world, when my will is done
I am the unmarked man, the madness is gone
The fight is won,
The fight is won by will alone!

— Shining (via longpointlessnameforblog)

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moredarkthanshark:

Fripp, 2014

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