Can’t take no more
You’re here every morning
Waitin’ at my door
I’m just tryin’ to kiss you
And you stab my eyes
Make me blue forever
Like an island sky
And I’m not pretending
That it’s all okay
Just let me have my coffee
Before you take away the day
Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous
(and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable
list!), but one of these days there’ll be nothing left with
which to venture forth.
Why should I share you? Why don’t you get rid of someone else
for a change?
I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.
Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too,
don’t I? I’m just like a pile of leaves.
In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel,
Lookin’ to get fucked hard.
Like a groupie, incognito, posing as a real singer,
Life imitates art.
You got that medicine I need
Dope, shoot it up, straight to the heart, please.
I don’t really wanna know what’s good for me.
God’s dead, I said, “Baby that’s alright with me.”
If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer …
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Lately, I’ve become accustomed to the way
The ground opens up and envelopes me
Each time I go out to walk the dog.
Or the broad edged silly music the wind
Makes when I run for a bus…
Things have come to that.
And now, each night I count the stars.
And each night I get the same number.
And when they will not come to be counted,
I count the holes they leave.
Nobody sings anymore.
And then last night I tiptoed up
To my daughter’s room and heard her
Talking to someone, and when I opened
The door, there was no one there…
Only she on her knees, peeking into
Her own clasped hands.
goddesses - Christina Hendricks / Vivienne Westwood
What a thing to be a witness to the sunshine
What a dream to just be walking on the ground
What a time to live among the ash and remnants of our love
That came before and I’m still looking for that now
It took centuries to build these twisted cities
It took seconds to reduce them down to dust
And all the tour guide could say was take your pictures folks it’s late
And try your best please to remember what was done
Don’t look so forlorn
Don’t you look so scared
Don’t get so upset
This world was never fair
But there are hundreds of ways
To get through the day
There are hundreds of ways
Now you just find one
two things I love
"God, when I meet you, I’m gonna be pretty. If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll be a beautiful angel" - Rayon, Dallas Buyers Club