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"Sing me to sleep, I don’t want to wake up on my own anymore. Sing to me. Sing to me. I don’t want to wake up on my own anymore. Don’t feel bad for me. I want you to know deep in the cell of my heart I really want to go. There is another world. There is a better world. There must be. There must be. Ohhhh there must be."
— The Smiths (via lexxifetch)

aplaceforlovelynoise:

Waterfall - The Stone Roses.

Chimes sing Sunday morn
Today’s the day she’s sworn
To steal what she never could own
And race from this hole she calls home

Now you’re at the wheel
Tell me how, how does it feel?
So good to have equalised
To lift up the lids of your eyes

As the miles they disappear
See land begin to clear
Free from the filth and the scum
This American satellite’s won

She’ll carry on through it all
She’s a waterfall

She’ll carry on through it all
She’s a waterfall

See the steeple pine
The hills as old as time
Soon to be put to the test
To be whipped by the winds of the west

Stands on shifting sands
The scales held in her hands
The wind it just whips her and wails
And fills up her brigantine sails

She’ll carry on through it all
She’s a waterfall

She’ll carry on through it all
She’s a waterfall

honeyhammer:

you are the hero of your own story, and the villain of another’s ; (etching)

honeyhammer:

you are the hero of your own story, and the villain of another’s ; (etching)

theunderestimator:

   Bobbie Gillespie indulging in a more interesting activity during an interview in 1986, while the rest of The Jesus & Mary Chain remain as cool as ever….
Watch it on video here:

theunderestimator:

   Bobbie Gillespie indulging in a more interesting activity during an interview in 1986, while the rest of The Jesus & Mary Chain remain as cool as ever….

Watch it on video here:

"Boys are adorable. Boys trail off their sentences in an appealing way. Boys bring a knapsack to work. Boys get haircuts from their roommate, who “totally knows how to cut hair.” Boys can pack up their whole life in a duffel bag and move to Brooklyn for a gig if they need to. Boys have “gigs.” Boys are broke. And when they do have money, they spend it on a trip to Colorado to see a music festival. Boys don’t know how to adjust their conversation when they’re talking to their friends or to your parents.

Until I was thirty, I only dated boys, as far as I can tell. I’ll tell you why. Men scared the shit out of me.

Men know what they want. Men make concrete plans. Men own alarm clocks. Men sleep on a mattress that isn’t on the floor. Men tip generously. Men buy new shampoo instead of adding water to a nearly empty bottle of shampoo. Men go to the dentist. Men make reservations. Men go in for a kiss without giving you some long preamble about how they’re thinking of kissing you… Men know what they want and they don’t let you in on their inner monologue, and that is scary."
— Mindy Kaling (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)
Cuando el profesor está escribiendo muy rápido en la pizarra y yo intento copiarlo todo