So I find new sounds on a daily basis

It’s not difficult to listen on a daily basis, but

Still question my existence on a daily basis

Tie my shoes up on a daily basis

Write my thoughts down on a daily basis

Worry about life

And wonder how many days I have left on this daily basis

roc

if theres 3 doors;

you can open all three.

not in a right order.

Open the first one, there’s you.

I used to think I wanted more than anything meet you in any life, dimensions or any fucking shit that may exist. Sometimes you are my dream, some others, you are the worst thing, (specially when you show me teeth). It rains a lot in this door for a while, but then comes the most beautiful day. I feel alone sometimes, i feel betrayed sometimes, I feel dirty, poor, weak, pushing myself into this door, sometimes. But the worst thing is that this door is a blur to me, something that I don’t know if its real what I feel about it or not. It makes me insane. I don’t know what this door hides from me.

I am alone here now. But you’re in the door so I must say you are not always right, nobody is. in this very same door, I look at my sweating hands, I feel my hair, and suddenly, im alone. I know theres some others easy going doors out there for you, i know friends may be the easy talkings, and my blood is not your problem, but I really believed in what we agreed… we are not a team. I close this door.

“and i walk in my sleep,

i can’t help that (i can’t)

When’s the last time I asked for some help that

I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?”

The second door is a sunny day,

a very warm voice calls me by a lovely name that in portuguese means little bird… and somehow im sure its calling me, but now I can realize I was never meant to fly… why the hell would you call us that if you would hate us for flying? So now cut my wings out, put an anchor in my body instead, sew that in my fucking body, but you have to know my blood is gonna be in your hands forever.

this door is wide open, but no one dares to cross it.

The third one is a mirror; i don’t have the power to break it, but I can look at it either.

I cut piece by piece of my body

You are insane

This door actually doesnt exist, but I’ve made a mess out of this. Year after year.

just need to end this fucking eternal feeling 

“im not brave

I’d rather live outside

I’d rather go to jail

I’ve tried hell (It’s a loop)

What would you recommend I do?“

i quit writing shit, i quit living but i never quit feeling and hurting. Never quit the right things

juliana, call urself an uber rn

RIVER // LAKE

1st wedding that ive been on my twenties…

Sweet 16, how was I supposed to know anything?

I’m sure we’re taller in another dimension
You say we’re small and not worth the mention
You’re tired of moving, your body’s aching
We could vacay, there’s places to go
Clearly this isn’t all that there is
Can’t take what’s been given
But we’re so okay here, we’re doing fine
Primal and naked
You dream of walls that hold us imprisoned
It’s just a skull, least that’s what they call it
And we’re free to roam

White Ferrari

louiexv-deactivated20120518 asked: Explain your current situation to your five-years-ago self.

frankocean:

wow. alrite. i’ll give it a shot…

hey chris,

your name is frank now..it’s a long story. your girlfriend is about to break up with you because of the long distance. it’s ok. & that job you’re working..well, you’re gonna have to work there for another year and some months.. & then you’re gonna get fired. you’re gonna work a couple more jobs after that too. nothing glamorous. kinkos and at&t if you really want the specifics. but you’re never gonna be homeless or starving. don’t worry you won’t fail and have to move back to new orleans either. you are gonna get your heartbroken though. twice. if it helps, the first one is gonna be worse than the second. contrary to how it feels, it won’t kill you. in fact it’s gonna help you write an album. yea, you finally finished an album. people like it man. you’re actually gonna write and record hundreds of songs. they won’t all be good and most ppl won’t think you’re talented at first, but you’re going to master your gifts. you’re going to become a lot stronger and wiser..even a little taller. be patient. i mean, you kind of have no choice. and be good to people. i don’t wanna spoil too much for you, but.. you’re on a plane right now to the east coast to work with kanye west & jay-z. it’s all working out kid. you made it. 

mantra

(Source: her3sy)

you’re just a stone’s throw from me, but throwing stones could never be the perfect way to start. cause sticks and stones make broken bones, and empty words make broken homes: but it’s love that broke our hearts.

darling, you are like the sand
and you’re slipping through my hands
i just don’t know what you’re thinking

darling, you are like the sun
setting when my evening comes
i just don’t know what you’re thinking

darling you are like the stars

i know I can’t reach that far

i just don’t know what you’re thinking

(Source: weheartit.com)

the blue is way darker now. the music is sadder, the luggage is heavier, so is my heart.

some of you might read this, but i’m sure any of you will ever get this, because it’s something i created, i fed, and somehow, only exists in my head.

it’s only us now, me & this feeling, and we are about to become one. there’s no blood passing through my veins

the feeling

might exist

even when i

don’t

intimacy kills

He’s so bossy

He makes me dance

Tryna sit in the back of his whip

And just cancel my plans

Sweet like candy

But he’s such a man

He knows just what it does

When he’s holding me tight

And he calls me Moonlight too

trying to get her to stay home was worst than pulling a sword from the stone. I’m sweating bullets in Palos Verdes. Please don’t leave me on my own.

I wanted her to be my wife, I wanted her to want that life, it ended the same way it started (behind the door, holding that knife).

While I’m happy, I was wrong and mislead. she took me to your lipstick fire engine red.

You were brighter than a neon sea, of signs that say “no vacancy”, the few brave men you’ve let check in still brag about the times they’ve been.

Over the limit, drunk on wine, below the Mason Dixon line; I promised that I’d start to pray if the police looked the other way. and I didn’t go to jail, wind up dead. I prayed each night for your lips fire engine red.

they said: "You cannot clear a jump that wide a stunt like that is suicide”, but when I got the courage to spent the night alone with you. I think I’m the luckiest guy, i used to be too numb to cry, i don’t know how I timed this right (you’re just the prettiest sight).

In the movies people change when they bled, inside my veins your lipstick’s fire engine red.

I must admit I’m insecure (that’s what all those women were for). I don’t wanna be who I am, if nobody else gives a damn. I can’t say that don’t bring me fear, im scared to come home every night, im scared to keep the checkbook tight.

Renting movies in your room, in your bed, you kissed my cheek… with lipstick fire engine red.

You always wear the same perfume, it reminds me of an hotel room, the one in which I swore I knew, id spent the rest of my life with you. But I tell you "you should take it off, I don’t wanna smell like that stuff”. Sometimes my heart it gets so dark, you sit and watch it fall apart.

Run a needle through what’s left, tie the thread, don’t let me leave your lipstick fire engine red.

What’s two people supposed to do when restlessness gets hold of you, im drowning in my drinking cup, I can’t, I will not give you up. But if flowers never stay and bloom, we’re both victims to our fear. I’ll be a man and hold you near. If you leave me, you’ll survive in my head. I won’t forget your lipstick’s fire engine red

(Source: factly)