The Fishbowl

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Bleachers,
Strange Desire

They closed the parkway late last night
And as I sat with the echoes of lies that I told
I felt young, never changed by crooked hearts
So put the shotgun back in the glove
Come on and wait another year for
that dream far away
To come home, to be brave

Everything has changed
and now it’s only you that matters
I will find any way to your wild heart

They boarded up the windows
and the doors to my house
No one will ever read the letters or the lies that I told
From the years I was changed by crooked hearts
Why did they have to go and do us like that?
Why did they have to go and run from the dream far away?
Were we there? Was I brave?

To think everything must die
for anyone to matter
Got to find any way to your wild heart

Everything has changed and
now I can’t tell what matters
I will find any way to your wild heart



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but why do i say “i know” to my pets when they make noises. im lying to them. i don’t know anything.

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Memories, no matter how small or inconsequential, are the pages that define us.
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Sunflowers - Vincent Van Gogh, Claude Monet, Gustave Klimt & Gustave Caillebotte

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Rust Cohle

I have a feeling I’ll be drawing a lot of Rust Cohle quotes in the next few weeks.

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