Their breath is as sweet as
The dew on the holy, holy vine

You’re already in hell, you’re already in hell
I wish we could go to hell

When the bottle gets empty
Then life ain’t worth the drown


If by chance you follow my writing blog, sorry about all the reblogs. I’m just trying to put all my writing that pertains to a certain something in one place. 


Ada | The National | Boxer, 2007

This song because it fucking haunts me and because I slept for a few hours somewhere that wasn’t home and although other sounds were happening I just couldn’t help drumming my fingers to something very similar, if not completely this song and there wasn’t a reason for that, it just was. Things so often just are.

Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.