♣dairy milk ice cream bars
♣dancercise
♣Tinkerbell
♣cuddles
♣shoes
♣ribena
♣jack daniels
♣pints of cider
♣gold drum
♣ boats that aren't just boats
someone who can make me little again. someone who'll knit me jumpers and read me books and write songs about me. but nice ones. Drew Barrymore.
the art of combining vocal and instrumental tones in a rhythmic form for the expression of emotion under the influence of beauty things i know i shouldn't like but do anyways; by an accident. . You spent half of the morning Just trying to wake up Half the evening Just trying to calm down And you live for The same things A cloudburst seems rarer every timeAnd it's crow vs. crow A brawl in mid-air Beak click on beak clack No reason is there But for the brawl in mid-airIf you're losing your wings Feather by feather Love the way they whip away On the windWhen they make the movie of your life They're going to have to ask you To do your own stunts Because nobody nobody nobody Could pull off the same shit as you And still come out alrightIf you're losing your wings Feather by feather Love the way they whip away On the windIt's Ali vs. Clay Both pummeling away A champ always fights themselfAnd you are a fighter You are a fighter You are a fighterAnd Kids got heart Kids got heart Kids got heartIf you're losing your wings Feather by feather . . Hello darkness, my old friend, Ive come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence.In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone, neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of A neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence.And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share And no one deared Disturb the sound of silence.Fools said i,you do not know Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you. But my words like silent raindrops fell, And echoed In the wells of silenceAnd the people bowed and prayed To the neon God they made. And the sign flashed out its warning, In the words that it was forming. And the signs said, the words of the prophets Are written on the subway walls And tenement halls. And whisperd in the sounds of silence.. . I wish I could write songs like Simon and Garfunkel. . . My records play But I can’t listen anymore My concentration has walked off out the door I was coming back from there and I got here but I didn’t know which way to goMy records are playing but I’m not listening anymoreMy records are playing but I’m not listening anymoreI tried to talk to you ‘Bout things that I wanted more (But you don’t know) Even if I told you how I really feel Well, you’d just play records ‘cause you know that makes you coolCause I cheated in exams And I had so many plans And I thought it all would be okay And I so many plans But I cheated in exams And I got caught out one dayI don’t know why I bother anymore I don’t know why I bother anymore.
films that make me think.and ones i know so well that i don't have to think and they help me sleep.films that make me happy.or make an impact.Well there's this passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you." I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never gave much thought what it meant. I just thought it was some cold-blooded shit to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass. I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. See now I'm thinkin', maybe it means you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9 Milimeter here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. Now I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd.
Scrubs bruv.
The Bell Jar, How To Be Good, Lovely Bones, 1984.
anyone that makes someones day better, would knit me jumpers Lee Costello.My girls.My mam, the greatest woman in the world. She's better than your mam. ha.