— Judith McNaught, Remember When (via exoticwild)
Cause my soul is a crowded subway train
And people keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls through town"
— "Tiny Glowing Screens Part 2" ~ Watsky
They wouldn’t explode, they’d burn out with a slow fade
But stars escape life with a gun shot
Which makes me think they stick a pistol in their sun spot
Bite the barrel, squeeze the trigger
Might have cared once, but the obstacles seem bigger
And they’re stuck behind a giant 8 ball
The milky way is star brains that are smeared across the space wall"
— Watsky, Send in the Sun