I got bruises on my knees for you
got grss stains on my knees for you
got holes in my new jeans for
got pink and black and blue
-Chairlift, Bruises, 2009
I got bruises on my knees for you
got grss stains on my knees for you
got holes in my new jeans for
got pink and black and blue
-Chairlift, Bruises, 2009
(Source: goodnumberone, via tasteofstars)
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via writeyourheart-out)
(Source: beautemillesimee, via incenses)
So you want to be rock star
With blue-eyed bunnies in your bed
Well remember when you’re rich that you sold yourself for this
You’ll be famous ‘cause you’re dead
Michael Bublé, Hollywood, 2009
…oh Michael Bublé, you make research papers so much easier to deal with. Why didn’t I think to turn to you when they started giving me panic attacks? I’d probably be finished by now if only I had remembered you earlier…
by Amy Borrell
There’s a catharsis to it - you fix on a point, breathe in, push your tired body to the imaginary finish line, and start all over again, until you’ve won so many times that you feel as though you can take on the world. Red-faced, out of breath, a smile spreads over your face and you’re sure you must look half-crazed to anyone who sees you, but you don’t really care, you’re fixated on the next finish line, on the sound of your feet hitting the pavement over and over in a steady rhythm, the music in your ears setting a pace that you can feel working. There’s a power to it - for that period of time, where it’s just you against the world, and as long as you stay running, as long as your times get better and your legs get stronger, you know that you’re really alive, that you’re still there, and if this doesn’t stop you, then nothing can.
(Source: bearinglasses)