Space Lemon

I don't want to be the best I am weary, let me rest I'm going to wait right here for no one I'm the reason I can't sleep I got all my baby teeth All buried underneath my grown ones Oh, I fear the race is run I'm afraid of everyone I get scared of all this breathing

Pain everywhere, in my chest, in my legs and arms. Even my skin is raw, my head is buzzing, I feel like vomiting. But worst of all is this queer taste in my mouth. Not blood, or death, or fever, but a mixture of all three. I've only to stir my tongue, and the world goes black, and everyone looks... horrible. Albert Camus, Caligula #albertcamus@spacelemon

The new Muse album is ass

So many sad things, that’s just one on a long recent list that loops and elongates in the chest, in the diaphragm, in the alveoli. What is it they say, heart-sick or downhearted? I picture a heart lying down on the floor of the torso, pulling up the blankets over its head, thinking this pain will go on forever (even though it won’t). The heart is watching lifetime movies and wishing, and missing all the good parts of her that she has forgotten. The heart is so tired of beating herself up, she wants to stop it still, but also she wants the blood to return, wants to bring in the thrill and wind of the ride, the fast pull of life driving underneath her. What the heart wants? The heart wants her horses back. Bright Dead Things by Ada Limon @spacelemon

Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care, Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o’er my dying brain its last monotony.

It's like nothing's got a pulse In this whole damn place Right down to the clocks Nothing's got a pulse Remember darling how quiet it got Leave her alone, let her go home So she won't hate herself to death Know what I mean She's covering he heart with her hands and says A little useless praying never hurts anything . One razor sharp bloody piece Of her old broken heart How she's got to use that edge to carve Across her new heart Something deep enough to hurt So it always reminds her Deep enough to last Darlin' honey, watch your assSo she don't have to see you How pathetic you can be

I used to be more comfortable sharing things here but lately I feel distant From here, from people, from almost everything So much bad shit has happened to me and I don't rlly see the point or have the strength to talk about it The truth is I feel worn down to the bone Every day takes more out of me than it should It takes an absurd amount of energy just to move this body around At this point I have no idea how to fix this or if I can handle any more bad news I just want to leave this here for myself so I won't forget what happened to me. I won't forget how easy it was for some people to leave or how much I was left to carry on my own

There are a few songs that become tied to certain chapters of ur life This one somehow found its way into most of my darker ones