samwilhelm:

Andrew Jackson Jihad - Hate, Rain on Me

“I wish I had a bullet big enough to fucking kill the sun.

I’m sick of songs about the summer,

and I hate everyone.”

mauthedoog:

darling, i’m with st. bernards,
and we are scouring the alps and the andes
and if they die then it is on my head
they follow pawprints in the snow to my throne, to my bed

we were all basically alone

and despite what all his studies had shown

that what’s mistaken for closeness

was just a case of mitosis

(Source: robotspierre)

thundergrowl:

Neutral Milk Hotel - Oh Comely

Know all your enemies;
We know who our enemies are

nothing-places:

You Were a House on Fire, Listener

And you were house on fire and I couldn’t understand why.
“Burn me all down down to the ground,” you said, “the fire
is on the inside.”
Flames dancing like ghosts behind the windows,
pain jumping from the walls.
You want to keep this private, I can see that
but you can’t ask that of me, we’ve only just met. 

sea-change:

[the national - demons]

first studio material from trouble will find me!

insertsarcasmnow:

Mother Mother // The Stand

The Mountain Goats - Oceanographer’s Choice

(Source: 148km)

Neutral Milk Hotel - Holland, 1945

the earth looks better from a star
that’s right above from where you are 
he didn’t mean to make you cry 
with sparks that ring and bullets fly 
on empty rings around your heart
the world just screams and falls apart 

but now we must pack up every piece
of the life we used to love
just to keep ourselves
at least enough to carry on

(Source: monsieur-jensen)

Set The Fire To The Third Bar - Snow Patrol

(Source: palpattine)