I reached that odd point when you are no longer young, and yet you’re still not old. You become a kind of centaur: half the person you used to be, half somebody else; that point when there is more you do not care about and less and less you do - you are in no man’s land; you keep moving, but not because you will get anywhere.Benjamin Prado from Not Only Fire (via gravellyrun)
This was posted 3 days ago. It has 145 notes.
Yeah, all your love is gone
So sing a lonely song
Ok, I’ll try.
The Doors, Love her madly.
This was posted 5 days ago. It has 1 note.
The past is a grotesque animalOf Montreal, The past is a grotesque animal
And in its eyes you see
How completely wrong you can be
This was posted 5 days ago. It has 0 notes.