‘Some day you will find me caught beneath the landslide, in a champagne supernova in the sky’

‘Nightmares, oh nightmares come on now, getting my days all wrong now’

Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint. (Seen on Tumblr)

‘ Out of my window it echoes my heart. I’ve been checking for change since the start. Collide into me, I could do with a fight. Collide into me, cause it feels right’

‘How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Where were you when we were getting high? (…) Cos people believe that they’re gonna get away for the summer But you and I, we live and die. The world’s still spinning round We don’t know why’

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