If I’ve left before, I can leave again.
Well you’re my green-eyed girl And I’ve been running around with you
It’s the afternoon and we got nothing left to do
So wipe the dirt off, or Take your shirt off
And we should go hit the cantina, We got work off
I said it’s hot outside Let me go swimming in your eyes
We’ve been running for a while
Why don’t you lay down and make smile
I could never ask for nothing better than this
It’s just tequila and the beach, that’s why its salty when we kiss
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"I wish I wrote the way I thought;
Obsessively,
Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
I’d write to the point of suffocation.
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns,
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should."
Obsessively,
Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
I’d write to the point of suffocation.
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns,
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should."
Benedict Smith, I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought (via erraticintrovert)
(Source: benedictsmith, via chos)
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Let’s get reckless like the ocean
‘cause I’m careless like the sea.
I watched you walk inside this crowded room,
trying to drink the void in you.
We’re all searching for
something intangible,
breaking moons apart
to let the ocean know.
"I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t."
