Never Be Famous, Hussalonia
You’ll never be famous.
You’ll never be a millionaire.
There’s just a few of us who love what you do.
And we do.
Tag: music
And every sentence that I spoke began and ended in ellipsis
Each of eight fingers gripping what he wrote, clung on tightly, like parenthesis
And for each correctly used apostrophe, I could feel my heart sink inside my chest in front of me
Turn up on your doorstep, feeling like roadkill and tasting like postage stamps.
When I touch you, you fold up like an envelope, with everything I ever wrote, pouring out of your mouth.
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live-at-the-tostitos-fiesta-bowl:
I Broke Up in Amarante by Los Campesinos!
From their new album Sick Scenes
You’ll Need Those Fingers For Crossing – Los Campesinos!
We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed
Avocado, Baby – Los Campesinos!
I had a friend who, had made a flag day
Blood on their hands from shards of a heartbreak
I have known friends to, crack from love’s weight
Blossom in ribcage, until their backs break
Fleet Foxes → White Winter Hymnal
I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied ‘round their throats