Dreams were made and used and wasted

defectiveminds:

I know that things are broken
And though there’s too many words left unsaid
You say you have spoken
Like the coward I am, I hang my head
And you lay careless your head on my chest
And don’t even look at me looking my best
And all these things I can’t describe
You would rather I didn’t try
But please don’t cry, you liar
Oh please, don’t cry, you liar
They told me love was a fortress
And I had never put it to the test
And all the while I relied on this honesty
Well in love we are all amateurs at best
But please don’t cry, you liar
Oh please, don’t cry, you liar
Oh please, don’t cry, you liar
Oh please, don’t cry, you liar
You’re leaving for your last kiss
And who in this world could ask me to resist
Your hands cold as they find my neck
All this love that I’ve found I detest

the-soundtrack:

Howard Shore, Concerning Hobbits. (Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring)

favourie

nobodysuspectsthebutterfly:

andrwgarfield:

4/365 - Sweet Child o’ Mine  — Guns N’ Roses

She’s got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I’d stare too long I’d probably break down and cry

Oh, oh, oh
Sweet child o’ mine
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sweet love of mine

She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I’d hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
And pray for the thunder and the rain
To quietly pass me by

Oh, oh, oh
Sweet child o’ mine
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sweet love of mine

Where do we go?
Where do we go now?

No, no, no, no, no, no
Sweet child
Sweet child of mine

blurrymelancholy:

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light. ‘Cause oh that gave me such a fright. But I will hold as long as you like. Just promise me we’ll be alright.

marykatewiles:

thatzak:

noirescent:

My Chemical Romance | Helena.

So long and goodnight.

My inner 13-year-old is so upset.

MCR, when you were great you were the friggin’ best.

fightswithcar:

The Civil Wars - Poison & Wine

I don’t love you, but I always will.