МАРРЕТЬЕН ЗЛО

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очень люблю джимми иногда
вот сейчас!

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и ладно, раз уж у них ребрендинг, Я НЕ ВЫДЕРЖАЛА нот сорри

@темы: music

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дейн дехаан и imagine dragons, почему нет

@темы: music

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31.12.2014 в 17:13

Пишет  Шкав:

наша упоротая команда поздравляет всех с новым годом - тут и тут))

@темы: ДНИЩЕ, winter captain

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я люблю очень много всего ирландского по самым разным причинам
сегодня люблю вот это

@темы: music

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может быть, я тормоз, и все это уже видели
но
для англочитающих: archiveofourown.org/works/2501648
ЭТО БОЖЕСТВЕННО, СПАСИБО

@темы: ДНИЩЕ, winter captain, дитя дьявола, эванс

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Прослушать или скачать Ed Sheeran Photograph бесплатно на Простоплеер
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@темы: music

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дневники неудачника денег нет, нихрена нет, неписец, первый экзамен во вторник, в университете все плохо, ура
бегло пролистала ленту, наткнулась на красивого себастиана в солнечных очках, и все было прекрасно. до того, как я наткнулась на криса, который раздает автографы где-то там в массачусетсе.
крис, спросил его себастиан, позвонив однажды вечером. зачем ты повез туда с собой маму. крис. зачем она сидит с тобой за одним столом, когда ты раздаешь автографы, крис. нет, серьезно, я тоже люблю свою маму, очень сильно, но, крис. господи.

@темы: было бы смешно, если бы не, дитя дьявола, эванс

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влюбилась

Прослушать или скачать Ed Sheeran Make It Rain бесплатно на Простоплеер

@темы: music

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самая простая и логичная песня про расставания

Прослушать или скачать Six Degrees of Separation бесплатно на Простоплеер

www.amalgama-lab.com/songs/s/sсriрt/six_degrees...

@темы: music

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каждый раз, когда я думаю про the libertines и пита доэрти, у меня что-то где-то внутри переворачивается, спасибочки

2004 год

www.stihi.ru/2012/01/21/2402

@темы: ДНИЩЕ

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ohcaptainmycaptain1918.tumblr.com/post/10440074...

ну лапушка же

@темы: дитя дьявола

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evans-chris.com/intervyu-s-krisom-evansom/

грампи эванс образца 2011 прекрасен, как все закаты отъебитесь, кричит каждое его слово

@темы: эванс

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@темы: music

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ричард сайкен

Close your eyes. A lover is standing too close
to focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward me
with your entire body. Lie under the covers, pretending
to sleep, while I'm in the other room. Imagine
my legs crossed, my hair combed, the shine of my boots
in the slatted light. I'm thinking My plant, his chair,
the ashtray that we bought together. I'm thinking This is where
we live. When we were little we made houses out of
cardboard boxes. We can do anything. It's not because
our hearts are large, they're not, it's what we
struggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bring
your friends. It's a potluck, I'm making pork chops, I'm making
those long noodles you love so much. My dragonfly,
my black-eyed fire, the knives in the kitchen are singing
for blood, but we are the crossroads, my little outlaw,
and this is the map of my heart, the landscape
after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is
a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me
tight, it's getting cold. We have not touched the stars,
nor are we forgiven, which brings us back
to the hero's shoulders and the gentleness that comes,
not from the absence of violence, but despite
the abundance of it. The lawn drowned, the sky on fire,
the gold light falling backward through the glass
of every room. I'll give you my heart to make a place
for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger.
Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars
for you? That I would take you there? The splash
of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube? We've read
the back of the book, we know what's going to happen.
The fields burned, the land destroyed, the lovers left
broken in the brown dirt. And then's it's gone.
Makes you sad. All your friends are gone. Goodbye
Goodbye. No more tears. I would like to meet you all
in Heaven. But there's a litany of dreams that happens
somewhere in the middle. Moonlight spilling
on the bathroom floor. A page of the book where we
transcend the story of our lives, past the taco stands
and record stores. Moonlight making crosses
on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.
We have been very brave, we have wanted to know
the worst, wanted the curtain to be lifted from our eyes.
This dream going on with all of us in it. Penciling in
the bighearted slob. Penciling in his outstrechted arms.
Our father who art in Heaven. Our father who art buried
in the yard. Someone is digging your grave right now.
Someone is drawing a bath to wash you clean, he said,
so think of the wind, so happy, so warm. It's a fairy tale,
the story underneath the story, sliding down the polished
halls, lightning here and gone. We make these
ridiculous idols so we can to what's behind them,
but what happens after we get up the ladder?
Do we simply stare at what's horrible and forgive it?
Here is the river, and here is the box, and here are
the monsters we put in the box to test our strength
against. Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here's
the desire to put it inside us, and then the question
behind every question: What happens next?
The way you slam your body into mine reminds me
I'm alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling,
and they're only a few steps behind you, finding
the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren't
stitched up quite right, the place they could almost
slip right into through if the skin wasn't trying to
keep them out, to keep them here, on the other side
of the theater where the curtain keeps rising.
I crawled out the window and ran into the woods.
I had to make up all the words myself. The way
they taste, the wy they sound in the air. I passed
through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled
around for a while, and stumbled back out. I made
this place for you. A place for to love me.
If this isn't a kingdom then I don't know what is.
So how would you catalog it? Dawn in the fields?
Snow and dirty rain? Light brought in in buckets?
I was trying to describe the kingdom, but the letters
kept smudging as I wrote them: the hunter's heart,
the hunter's mouth, the trees and the trees and the
space between the trees, swimming in gold. The words
frozen. The creatures frozen. The plum sauce
leaking out of the bag. Explaining will get us nowhere.
I was away, I don't know where, lying on the floor,
pretending I was dead. I wanted to hurt you
but the victory is that I could not stomach it. We have
swallowed him up, they said. It's beautiful. It really is.
I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room
where everyone finally gets what they want.
You said Tell me about your books, your visions made
of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is
the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you
there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar
cube... We were in the gold room where everyone
finally gets what they want, so I said What do you
want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am
leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

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Прослушать или скачать Youth Group Sicily бесплатно на Простоплеер

@темы: music

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всем немного эда ширана

Прослушать или скачать Ed Sheeran The City бесплатно на Простоплеер

наткнулась тут на тамблере на пост, который очень красноречиво описывает то, чем хорош ширан не только как певец, но и как сонграйтер. прямо да

Normal people: crying cause I really miss you.
Ed Sheeran: I don't get waves of missing you anymore, they're more like tsunami tides in my eyes
Normal people: you're making me blush!
Ed Sheeran: tell her that she turns my cheeks the color of my hair
Normal people: we're spooning
Ed Sheeran: we're resembling cutlery
Normal people: my life is falling apart
Ed Sheeran: her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries
Normal people: marry me?
Ed Sheeran: see, I could do without a tan on my left hand where my fourth finger meets my knuckle
Normal people: i really want to kiss you
Ed Sheeran: all i want is the taste that your lips allow
Normal people: let's cuddle
Ed Sheeran: cover me up, cuddle me in, lie down with me and hold me in your arms
Normal people: i want to hug you
Ed Sheeran: i was made to keep your body warm but i'm cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms
Normal people: she's a crack whore prostitute
Ed Sheeran: and in a pipe she flies to the motherland or sells love to another man
Normal people: i'm sad and lonely
Ed Sheeran: cause lately i've been waking up alone, paint splattered teardrops on my shirt
Normal people: i'm going to get wasted and sleep with someone else to forget about you
Ed Sheeran: i wanna be drunk when i wake up, on the right side of the wrong bed
Normal people: expect me to drunk diall you later
Ed Sheeran: and that tonight i'll call ya, after my blood is drowning in alcohol

@темы: music

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просто убейте меня.
в смысле, УРА, СКОРО ЗФБ, ПРИХОДИТЕ ЧИТАТЬ

@темы: shameless, winter captain, Я НЕ ЗНАЮ КАК ЭТО ВЫШЛО, kings

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котики какие, прям из головы вылезли хдд

@темы: дитя дьявола, и немного магии