Adorable : Crash Sight
Here I stand all alone My shaking hands are all I own And your star-struck lips They just reminded me of what I’ve missed What I’ve kissed Shiver at the sight of you Shiver when you shine to view Shiver when you come crashing through
What will survive of us is love.– Phillip Larkin - An Arundel Tomb (via fuckyeahlove)
w o r r i e d a b o u t s a t a n: Peter Wyeth →
worriedaboutsatan: At the weekend, I took my girlfriend Sophie (of Her Name is Calla) down to Leicester so she could play a gig at the rather lovely Y Theatre in the city centre. On first was a chap called Peter Wyeth. Our paths have crossed before, and I’ve seen him a few times, bought his EP, befriended him on…
hoodlet asked: Heyy :) thanks for following. I followed back cos your little about me sounds interesting aha :) x
"Last Letter" by Ted Hughes →
andnothinghurt: What happened that night? Your final night. Double, treble exposure Over everything. Late afternoon, Friday, My last sight of you alive. Burning your letter to me, in the ashtray, With that strange smile. Had I bungled your plan? Had it surprised me sooner than you purposed? Had I rushed it back to you too promptly? One hour later—-you would have been gone Where I could not have...