-For me, Love is like… Coffee and cigarettes in a cold day. It hurts your chest, but it makes you warm.
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(Source: thefrogman)
Blured
This afternoon thunderheads loom
let go of your weather balloon
Certain doom of one more mission
Out and over to the moon - overflow that way soon
If all we fought for was senseless laws,
We gave up like weaklings who long ago lost their god
Impossible odds, but comparatively they are really not,
There will always be parts and pieces of us under and in rocks
We are often childish in many ways
And just like children purposelessly behaved
But somewhere else this will all be erased
And then nowhere taking on a somewhere shape
