swallowin' the shine of the sun

Runaway de The National

Cold ways kill cool lovers
Strange ways we used each other

Is there sunlight on your bed?

Maio Insano IV

P.S: Ao Cabral pelo bilhete-de-anos, ao Poças pelas cavalitas durante a Mr.November, e ao Matt por me ter torcido o dedo indicador quando me deu a mão.

Saber ver concertos é isto. É perder a compostura. Que outra forma há de viver?

P.S: Matt, we all want to fuck you sober.

hang your holiday rainbow lights in the garden 
and I’ll bring a nice icy drink to you




P.S: o final que se quer; cansado e satisfeito. agora é preparar para amanhã (hoje).

Mr. November

I wish that I believed in fate
I wish I didn't sleep so late
I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders

(Grito histérico)

P.S: ando a hiperventilar por isto...

Em repeat durante o último mês: Boxer

Stay out super late tonight
picking apples, making pies
put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire

Tiptoe through our shiny city
with our diamond slippers on
do our gay ballet on ice
bluebirds on our shoulders
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire

Turn the light out say goodnight
no thinking for a little while
lets not try to figure out everything at once
It’s hard to keep track of you falling through the sky
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire