hello

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

Category: music

novels

 

And the nice lyrics will not be written out in a lazy quote bar, no. This time, as evidence of my complete obsession with this song, we have a hastily drawn typography thingum to gawk at:

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goodbye yellow brick road (cover)

Maybe you’ll get a replacement
There’s plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain’t got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground

dance with somebody

add a gospel choir and you can do no wrong

slow motion

Heavy is my sleeping, terror is my dreaming
While you are pretty through the night
You may taste the salt that rolls off my cheekbone
But you don’t know why I cry

happiness pt. 1

I’ve been tryna’ think it over
Maybe it all will turn out fine
But it’s so hard to shake the feeling
Oh, we’re always running out of time

digital age

“If I could code me a hologram, it’d be shaped like you”

pusher

Are you a pusher or are you a puller?
We could hold hands for fifteen minutes in the sauna
We could hold hands for a pool length under water
I can push and pull
Her