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Wise men say
It looks like rain today
It crackled on the speakers
And trickled down the sleepy subway trains
For heavy eyes could hardly hold us
Aching legs that often told us
It’s all worth it
We all fall in love sometimes

The full moon’s bright
And starlight filled the evening
We wrote it and I played it
But something happened it’s so strange this feeling
Naive notions that were childish
Simple tunes that tried to hide it
But when it comes
We all fall in love sometimes

Didn’t we? did we? should we? could we?
I’m not sure but sometimes we’re so blind
Struggling through the day
When even your best friends say
Don’t you find?
We all fall in love sometimes

hmmm…

Oh, yeah..
And only passing time
Could kill the boredom we acquired
Running with the losers for a while
And our empty sky was filled with laughter
Just before the flood
Painting worried faces with a smile

Wise men say
It looks like rain today
It crackled on the speakers
And trickled down the sleepy subway trains
For heavy eyes could hardly hold us
Aching legs that often told us
It’s all worth it
We all fall in love sometimes

oh oh oh…

We all fall in love some times…

 

michaelswaney:

Richard Colman, pinkorangeblue, 30 x 24”

michaelswaney:

Richard Colman, pinkorangeblue, 30 x 24”

Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, helps you grow, or makes you happy.
You’re not really an adult at all. You’re just a tall child holding a beer, having a conversation you don’t understand.
Dylan Moran (via au-urora)

Things will be far worse
than they are now.
And far better.

I wait.

Charles Bukowski (via leslieseuffert)
Except our own thoughts, there is nothing absolutely in our power.
Rene Descartes (via truestoryofthelieswetold)
Care about what other people think and you will always be their prisoner.
Lao Tzu (via lazyyogi)
It bothers me that no one has the patience to deal with someone who is just sad.
 Emily Haines (via leslieseuffert)
If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.
Sylvia Plath (via leslieseuffert)
You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing (via 4mbivalent)

showslow:

Realist oil painter Lee Price paints self-portraits of herself from an overhead vantage point, primarily in bathrooms while eating junk food.