we make the road by walking

I screamed with joy today. I walked on the roads. I cheered with my friends and my fellow Minnesotans. I have heard “what for?” I have heard “it’s too negative”. What for? For solidarity, to make a stand, to fight for what’s right. Too negative? I have never felt that much positive energy before. We were all there to be positive, to state what we believe in, to say that we will not let our values be destroyed. We were there for freedom. Over 90,000 of us took a stand. It felt so damn good.

sugar bowl thieving sweethearts who somehow dont get married and just fuk arnd with fire and play dead instead i’m so mad

a lemony/beatrice mix in order of their stupid lives and it’s not all magnetic fields but a lot of it is 

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walk a lonely road magnetic fields | i dont want to set the world on fire  ink spots | nothing matters when we’re dancing magnetic fields | man on fire edward sharpe | who david byrne & st vincent | forever and a day stephen merritt | make you better decemberists | hey that’s no way to say goodbye leonard cohen | i don’t believe in the sun magnetic fields | i don’t want to get over you magnetic fields | your picture camera obscura | lonesome people lilian hak | playing dead breathe owl breathe

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.