Sat under the swings, we kissed in the dark,
We shield our eyes from the police lights,
We run away, but we don’t know why,
And like a mirror these city lights shine,
They’re screaming at us, “We don’t need your kind.”
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small,
That we can never get away from the sprawl. Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains) - Arcade Fire (via throughthemorning)
You never really know a girl until you talk to her four in the morning. All day she masks behind books, make up, pretty clothes, an attitude, and the fakest of smiles. But in the darkest parts of the night and the earliest parts of the morning, she breaks from her shell and opens her heart. The beat changes, her voices’ medley trembles, her eyes bat away tears. You never really know a girl until you speak to her soul, four in the morning.
Haven’t felt this good in awhile. Finally got my head back on straight and care free. Thanks to a couple people the past few days that made me realize my self worth and how much I’ve missed my old ways.