oohhh its love
listening to sam beam and his melancholy chords, whispering lyrics and that cruel fucking violin makes me sick. almost a homesick. what happened? why did we all grow apart, why do i still care? when you dont want to hear my voice even just to say no. i think forever about this but it wont change a thing.
but still i feel it rushes up from the pit of my stomach and exploding in my veins, i loved those moments so much that i cringe when i hear a note from the ONE day that we drove to the brandywine and got lost on the train tracks, found a crab on the path, stumbled upon cossart, sat on the bricks in town and then you crashed your car. i almost wish everyday was like that spring. the smell of sweat and bloom on our bodies, and nothing to say to each other. we didnt need anything except a smile.
though i didnt love you. i just loved …….
maybe if i had a life?
Alex: And I feel in any second, something terrible is going to happen to me.
(via movieoftheday)
this reminds me of 2006…
I went out to the garage dressed in a puffy neon turquoise jacket from the early 90’s, black gloves that my hands swam in and a knit hat that was actually mine.
He was sitting in a plastic chair, smoking a cigar and listening to Neil Young on the radio. He sipped beer that he kept sticking out of the snow.
We shoveled snow so i could get my car out and his stogy was hanging out of his mouth.
My ears are red and all i want is a cup of green tea with citrus flavor.
