La madeleine de Proust
“A Rush And a Push And the Land Is Ours” -The Smiths ♥♥♥
Oh, hello,
I’m the ghost of Troubled Joe,
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago.
I travelled to a mystical time zone
And I missed my bed
And I soon came home.
They said:
“There’s too much caffeine
In your bloodstream
And a lack of real spice
In your life.”
I said:
“Leave me alone
Because I’m alright, Dad.
Surprised to still
Be on my own…”
Oh, but don’t mention love;
I’d hate the strain of the pain again.
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours.
It has been before,
So it shall be again,
And people who are uglier than you and I
They take what they need, and just leave.Oh, but don’t mention love;
I’d hate the pain of the strain all over again.
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours.
It has been before,
So why can’t it be now?
And people who are weaker than you and I,
They take what they want from life.
Oh, but don’t mention love,
No, no, don’t mention love!
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours.
Your youth may be gone
But you’re still a young man
So phone me, phone me, phone me
So phone me, phone me, phone me.
Oh, I think I’m in love…
(via b-o-n-e-s-h-a-k-e-r)
Killjoy name: Bella Vendetta
A girl who lives/on silly things,/on distant smiles/and chilly springs./Who checks that no one/hears her sing/and keeps her secrets/in a tin.
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I smoke a lot.Drink too much coffee.Overthink.Have insomnia.Write poems.Often sadder than happy. You probably don't care about any of this.
