words.

[navytaxi]

and i dont know if im just lucky
to have found a person that understands me when i say
pick me appart and uncover my heart, its yours

(L)

[Andy.]

awww jose! those are gorgeous!

[navytaxi]

you've got to love a dose of jose.

words;
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up rats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.

[Andy.]

ahhh i have that on a big poster on my bedroom's door! love it!

[dirtyprettything_x]

What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
the first stanza of 'days' by philip larkin.

[aknifeforthegirls]

"Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

Its never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
Its never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
Its never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
Its never over, shes the tear that hangs inside my soul forever"
^from lover, you should've come over by Jeff Buckley. i absolutely LOVE this song, im not really a fan of hallelujah and all tha jazz, but this and last goodbye are, imo, some of the most beautiful lyrics ever written.

Elope with me Miss Private and well sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and well set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase

^i could have put anything that Stuart Murdoch etc have written, but Piazza, New York catcher is a personal fave, just the way he writes is so witty, but still really sweet and heartfelt, the boy made me a mixtape with this on too, before we started going out (everybody say awww) but yeah, proper lush lyrics, them

[dirtyprettything_x]

and i know, they all look so good from a distance
but i tell you i'm the one

jeff buckley-everybody here wants you.
check that one out too. it's amazing (L) actual beauty.

[aknifeforthegirls]

and i know, they all look so good from a distance
but i tell you i'm the one

jeff buckley-everybody here wants you.
check that one out too. it's amazing (L) actual beauty.

OMG yes, and the cover he did of "if you see her, say hello" absolute beauty

[Lewis]

'Umberella ella ella ella ...'
Classic

[navytaxi]

Words and pictures on how to make twinkles in the eye and colours agree in the dark.
i think that's one of the nicest things ive ever read. im not sure why.

this is the rest of it;
Thoughts on mindscaping, moonlighting and daydreams. Have you seen a purple cow? When less can be more than enough. The art of looking sideways. To gaze is to think. Are you left-eyed? Living out loud. Buy junk, sell antiques. To look is to listen. Insights on the mind's eye. Every status has its symbol. 'Do androids dream of electric sheep?' Why feel blue? Triumphs of imagination such as the person you love is 72.8% water. Do not adjust your mind, there's a fault in reality. Teach yourself ignorance. The belly-button problem. Visual charades. What has an ox to do with the letter A? The art of looking sideways. How to turn knots into bows. When does 1 and 1 add up to 3? Why sit with your back to the view? Notes on the Blue Tit Syndrome, letterplay and visual puns. Patterns of chaos. Kissin' cousins to camp. Half a word is enough for a quick ear. Some people think computers can't. Civilization is chaos taking a rest. Too far east is west. Writing is the geometry of the soul. Why look at things upside down? Squaring the circle. 'If you want the raindow, you gotta put up with the rain.' The sympathy of things. How to think by jumping. Never wait for yourself. A word in your eye. The art of looking sideways. Beauty is a flavour of quark. Cerebral acrobatics. By the way, what's it like living with a paper bag over your head? Not refering to you of course - the uncommon exeption to universal bondage.


I love long passages like that, and the trainspotting one so much. oh and alice, the rainbow thing is in there!

[Teaholic]

I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrong,
And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy,
And being caught in between all you wish for and all you seen,
And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in

Joseph Arthur - In The Sun

[Bambi]

you get high cos you've got low self esteem, you toy with the boy on the football team, i seen you all over him just like a rash, come home in bruises but always take him back.
do you love him?
maybe you do, maybe you don't maybe you will, but maybe you won't.
do you love him?
maybe you do, maybe you don't, maybe you do.

your heart is like a hand me down, something to pass around and around.
your heart is like a hand me down, something to pass around and around.

is it cos your daddy was never around and he's the closest thing to him that you've found, tell me if this is too close to the bone but things hurt the most when they're nearest to home.

do you love him?
maybe you do, maybe you don't maybe you will, but maybe you won't.
do you love him?
maybe you do, maybe you don't, maybe you do.
your heart is like a hand me down, something to pass around and around.
your heart is like a hand me down, something to pass around and around.
your heart is like a hand me down, something to pass around and around.




Mystery Jets - Hand Me Down

[dirtyprettything_x]

i loved you then as i love you still
though i put you on a pedestal, they put you on the pill

i loved the words you wrote to me
but that was bloody yesterday
i can't survive on what you send
every time you need a friend

billy bragg-new england

if you've lost your faith in love and music
well the end won't be long
because if it's gone for you then i too may lose it
and that would be wrong
you know i've tried so hard to keep myself from falling
back into my bad old ways
and it chars my heart to always hear you calling
calling for the good old days
because there were no good old days
these are the good old days

the libertines-the good old days

(L)

[Bambi]

darling we've gotta talk
i feel like a whore taking the back door
things have gotta change
i don't wanna blacken my name or be to blame

Hideaway - Mystery Jets

[Bie]

After sex, the bitter taste
Been fooled again, the search continues
Concerned mothers of the west
Teach your sons how to truly love

and

Words are the clothes of thoughts

and just anything by Laura Marling