#arcticmonkeys
It is silent
Too silent
Yet the sight of the tree hugging the building
Brings comfort to me.
The train moves slowly on the tracks
The people onboard are few
This late in the night
Most just want to be home.
But not me-
Not those the likes of me-
Wandering silent basements and watching trains,
Late in the night-
Surrounded by the smell of the summer trees,
And bats who seem invisible against the sky.
Just me and the late dwellers,
The insomniacs,
And the pilots in the plane flying above-
We all exist in this single breath-
Beating hearts merging for a single second.
The wind moves imperceptibly
Caressing my head
I despair when I cannot find
Despair in the Departure Lounge
In my downloads.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 2:42 PM UTC
Simmer down and pucker up
I'm sorry to interrupt
It's just I'm constantly on the cusp
Of trying to kiss you
But I don't know if you feel the same as I do
But we could be together if you wanted to
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
you called me last night, you were crying and drunk
and you said that you regretted everything, that you
were ever so sorry, and i almost let myself slip for a
moment, i almost said it was okay, that i forgave you
but i kept my guard up and just forced myself to go to sleep
until you called me again later that night,
by then i couldn't help it, i told you i loved you back
and you just hung up the phone
(h.l.)
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
basilisk ****
nonparticular inexecrable exit
art ****
the lips on for breakfast
twilight zip entanglement
meticulous bending and sensual telepathy
fever-sickness
rock 'n roll boo-boos
lilting black 'n blues on the caboose
puppeteering every tasty ***** loose
chews the collar
thighs and necking room
bustling bussers it gives ifs
gets down with
daisy, dior, dkny, grapefruit(purple) to narcisso and pink sugar too
Bliss tainted madness
playing tug-o-war with
January's vacuum
Years of passing down groupies
to the most recent djs playing bad dubstep tunes
and that sickness of seeing iloveyou's abused
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC
Im done with your ********
I hope you know i dont care
Cough your blood up elsewhere
Smoke your ****
Pull her hair
I dont need your incessant ********
I dont want you to say you love me
I gave up on your ***
When arctic monkeys spoke our nothing
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
would you listen to arctic monkeys
and sit behind a pine tree
while we just be free
with me?
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
This feeling of being so honest is such a shock to my system
I can't remember the last time I was so open about about my thoughts
I have been on an endless journey
Trying to discover someone who is exactly what you are
I know that whatever ******* I say
That you will be so truthful no matter what you've been through that day
Maybe we're right
And life really does hate us
But it can't hate us that much
Otherwise it wouldn't have let me meet you.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC