Pretty Definite

I'm almost certain of most nearly everything.

Home is wherever I’m with you.

Home, by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

you are the only exception

When I was younger I saw my daddy cry

and curse at the wind.

He broke his own heart and I watched

as he tried to reassemble it.

And my momma swore

that she would never let herself forget.

And that was the day that I promised

I’d never sing of love if it does not exist.

But darling,

You are the only exception.

You are the only exception.

You are the only exception.

You are the only exception.

Maybe I know somewhere

deep in my soul

that love never lasts.

And we’ve got to find other ways

to make it alone.

Or keep a straight face.

And I’ve always lived like this

keeping a comfortable distance.

And up until now I’ve sworn to myself

that I’m content with loneliness.

Because none of it was ever worth the risk.

Well you are the only exception.

You are the only exception.

You are the only exception.

You are the only exception.

You are the only exception.

I’ve got a tight grip on reality,

but I can’t let go of what’s in front of me here.

I know you’re leaving in the morning

when you wake up.

Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream.

You are the only exception.

You are the only exception.

You are the only exception.

You are the only exception.

You are the only exception.

You are the only exception.

You are the only exception.

You are the only exception.

And I’m on my way to believing.

Oh, and I’m on my way to believing.

—Paramore

And you’re always laughing

But you always look afraid.

Radical Face

Just another trying sunday morning for miss truff (Taken with instagram)

Just another trying sunday morning for miss truff (Taken with instagram)

I’m giving you a night call to tell you how I feel.

I’m giving you a night call to tell you how I feel.

(Source: zackinc, via snow-cone)

I’m gonna tell you something you don’t want to hear.
I’m gonna show you where it’s dark, but have no fear.

Kavinski

theshipthatflew:

“lite bike” by Lee White via colourbomb

theshipthatflew:

“lite bike” by Lee White via colourbomb

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.

Thoreau

forever is a long, long time when you’ve lost your way

phoenix