your new twin sized bed // death cab for cutie
You used to think that someone would come along.
And lay beside you in a space that they belong.
But the other side of the mattress and box springs stayed like new.
What’s the point of holding onto what never gets used?
Other than a sick desire for self-abuse.
oh, it is love // hellogoodbye
Oh, dear
It’s been hardly a moment
And you are already missed
There is still a bit of your skin
That I’ve yet to have kissed
Hellogoodbye never fails to cheer me up. They have the cutest songs ever and they make me want to learn the ukulele so much (but I’m too musically retarded to do so, haha).
just like heaven (the cure cover) // joy zipper
You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Ben Howard, I love you.
(Source: notourdeal, via suckybl0g)
cold is the night // the oh hello’s
Cold is the night without you here
Just your absence ringing in my ears
Hard is the heart that feels no fear
Without the bad, the good disappears
Long is the road that leads me home
And longer still when I walk alone
Bitter is the thought of all that time
Spent searching for something I’ll never find
I found another nice lil band called The Oh Hello’s and I absolutely adore them along with The White Album. Listen and download their music now! You won’t regret it.
blue skies // noah and the whale
This is a song for anyone with a broken heart
This is a song for anyone who can’t get out of bed
I’ll do anything to be happy
Oh, ‘cause blue skies are coming
But I know that it’s hard
PRESSURE! PUSHING DOWN ON ME! PRESSING DOWN ON YOU!
THIS IS JUST THE BEST THING EVER.
You know when you’re lost for words and you’re not entirely sure how you feel about something? I get that whenever I listen to this guy, Benjamin Francis Leftwich.
blood // the middle east
It’s such a nice song to listen to, no matter what your mood is.
Everyone in this room
They’ve got troubles too
Secret stories and
Lies that we never knew
Video Games (Lana Del Rey Cover) - The Young Professionals
(Source: jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjk, via aieos)
She may be young but she only likes old things,
And modern music it ain’t to her taste,
She loves the natural light, captured in black and white,
She sees mirages of mountain ranges,
Within a blink of her eyes it changes,
Back to the open plain, oh no she can’t explain.