we met and tolerated company.
but now i am out haunting the night,
my feet are bloody,
i have left my books behind.
i nearly killed us both,
but i seemed so sorry,
so desperately sorry,
that our hearts go out to me.
don’t you feel the same,
An oil painting of Bette Davis done for Life Magazine by Alexander Brook.
(November 20th, 1944) — Click on high-resolution to read the accompanying article.
Cole Heeren - Sending Signs
I’m not the most musical human in the world, for sure. Sometimes, however, I get these unshakable urges to write songs. Even less frequently, I get the urge to record said songs and inflict them upon others. This is the result.
“Rooms are things we build
And things we fill
With pieces of our souls and of our minds,
And hearts, hearts are born,
And hearts are torn
I’ll pretend that things are fine…”
why is it that when i’m just out with friends i’m a goddamn social butterfly, but when i’m involved in anything that could vaguely resemble dating i’m as distant as greta fucking garbo?
fuck being single.
i take pride in the fact i can be annoying instead of “fucking annoying.”
sometimes people talk and then i wish they were dead.