I’m done soul searching
I’ve tried my best
And I can’t find it
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’m done soul searching
I’ve tried my best
And I can’t find it
If there’s one thing I’m sure of
He said
It’s that you’ll get your happy ending
Please stop lying to me
She said
And being so fucking condescending
‘You can read my diary, you’re in every line…’
It really doesn’t matter
If I scratch, cut or burn
For what I do in the shadows
Is none of your concern
‘… this is how I am when I’m scared. It’s unfamiliar to you, but not to me. I can – I can fucking be scared – and carry on’
– Tommy Shelby
I don’t miss you at all
She said
In fact I never have
Just dispense with all the bullshit
He said
‘Cause it really is a drag
When
I next see her
I’ll be sure
To let her know
How you’re passionate,
Funny and kind
And how it hurts
To let you go
“A morning of awkwardness is far better then a night of loneliness”
– Hank Moody
I’ll quite happily talk to you
She said
But let me make this clear
I’m not going to sleep with you
She said
I just quite fancy a beer
I know
I’m nothing special
But then again
Neither are you
The truth is
I felt like this
Even before you died
“Sex is the consolation you have when you can’t have love.”
– Gabriel García Márquez
As I sit here
All alone
And my tears
Begin to fall
I am reminded
Once again
Chamomile tea
Solves fuck all
I’ll say
I felt better
In the end
But the honest truth
Is that
The only reason
I didn’t jump
That day
Is there’d be no one
To feed my cat
‘No, it’s not like any other love
This one is different because it’s us’
Call yourself a friend
When you left me here alone
When you couldn’t even be bothered
To visit or lift the phone
Call yourself a friend
When you all you did was make me frown
When you were only happy
If you were putting me down
Call yourself a friend
When you never gave me any advice
Well I know what I’d call you
And it isn’t very nice
As I sit here alone
And my tears glisten
I just wish I knew
Someone who’d listen
As I sat hoping
It wasn’t true
My heart bled out
Waiting for you
From all the articles I’ve found
And the many tips I’ve read
There’s no plan of attack
To win your lover back
When he is cold and dead
Ultimately,
You’ll find,
None of this shit matters.
“Books cannot be killed by fire.
People die, but books never die. No man and no force can put thought in a concentration camp forever.
No man and no force can take from the world the books that embody man’s eternal fight against tyranny.
In this war, we know, books are weapons.”
– Franklin D. Roosevelt
I may have said
You were exceptional
But I’m afraid, my dear,
You were never quite
The exception
When you tell them
How you met me
Remember to mention
How you forgot me too
I’m not who you think I am
She said
There’s been many times I’ve lied
I knew from the moment we met
He said
That this wouldn’t be cut and dried
You can sit there all you want
My friend
Picking at your thumbs
But you and I know
How this will end
When the day of reckoning comes
Down a shot
Smoke a blunt
Either way
You’re still a cunt
Here’s hoping
I don’t get drunk tonight
And tell you
What I really think
As night falls
So does my mood
And I can’t stop crying
Again
“If you shoot an arrow and it goes real high … hooray for you”
-Dorian Corey
There was a naughty boy
And that naughty boy was you
So now you’re a man
Don’t think that you can
All of your bad deeds undo
It’s only when you lie
I find
That my pain goes away
But when you tell the truth
I find
I don’t know what to say
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