vanessofdurbervilles

So are you still around? O.o?

Amongst the rubble of a thousand falling stars, 
          I will piece us back together.
          

Shoot you down ~ the stone roses 

Iron sky ~ paolo nutini

Muscles aching from regret 

It means nothing ~ stereophonics 

And I have subsequently been reduced to ash. 

Everything I had has slipped through my fingers, and now I am completely empty. 

But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin. 

Brave new world is fucking me up