i've-been-dreaming

Do people ever stop having stress dreams about not being able to find your locker/class or remember your combination or schedule because I am so freaking over that.

I.
i rent a postage-stamp studio in portland
and dye my hair black. i learn to like coffee
with a beautiful girl who knew me before
the poems came. i start wearing more flannel
and walking the dog along the river.

II.
i sell everything and fly to london, take up residence
in a shoebox flat that smells like mold out in zone 3.
i cut my hair short even though my american friends
don’t think it suits me. i write poems about men
for whom english is a second, third, fifth language.
in the winter, the dog and i stay under wool blankets
and i learn how to make tea.

III.
i make my house in georgia a home until i have
the means and the courage to leave.

—  A SERIES OF DREAMS, by jones howell
Shoestrings
  • Shoestrings
  • AWOLNATION
  • I've Been Dreaming EP
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Gotta keep it movin’
You know I feel responsible
Ever since I met you
I noticed I’m invincible
I know you like it groovy
You know I’m more about rock'n'roll
Woo

Now that I’m improvin,’ yeah
They say that I have lost it all, oh

We’re hanging by
The shoestrings
The ones we love
Are holding
With skin and bones
And blue blood
It’s where we’re going
Not about where we came from

I have your attention
Cause anything is possible
I swear that my intention
Is nothing short of probable
You think that I’m conceded
But maybe I’m just miserable

Now that I’m improvin’
They say that I have lost it all, oh

We’re hanging by
The shoestrings
The ones we love
Are holding
With skin and bones
And blue blood
It’s where we’re going
Not about where we came from

The ones that we love are the ones that we hurt
I said
The ones that we love are the ones that we hurt
I said
The ones that we love are the ones that we hurt
The ones that we love are the ones that we hurt

We’re hanging by
The shoestrings
The ones we love
Are holding
With skin and bones
And blue blood
It’s where we’re going
Not about where we came from
We’re hanging by
The shoestrings
The ones we love
Are holding
With skin and bones
And blue blood
It’s where we’re going
Not about where we came from

Never be ashamed to be who you are. People may laugh at you, they may hate you for it, they may try to hurt you for it. That’s because they don’t have the courage you do and your happiness at just being and doing that well frightens them. They many times have nothing inside of them but fear, emptiness and a herd mentality. They are not worth a second of your time or concern. But keep one eye on them if you must be around them. They’d love to destroy you!
—  Unnamed Cat