You ought to be true for the sake of those who believe you are true.
You ought to be fine for sake of those who believe you are fine.
If others have faith in you doubly you’re bound to stick to the line.
It’s not only you that dishonor descends
You can’t hurt yourself without hurting your friends
It is my joy in life to find
At every turning of the road
The strong arm of a comrade kind
To help me onward with my load.
And since I have no gold to give,
And love alone must make amends,
My only prayer is, while I live
God make me worthy of my friends.
Heavy hung the canopy of blue
Shade my eyes and I can see you
White is the light that shines through the dress that you wore
She lay in the shadow of the wave
Hazy were the visions of her playing
Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine made her cry every time
Green is the color of her kind
Quickness of the eye deceives the mind
Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned
Pink Floyd
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
ee cummings
I’ll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don’t know
I’ll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you’re home
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
‘Cause I see you
I find it hard to believe you don’t know
The beauty that you are
But if you don’t let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you won’t be afraid
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
‘Cause I see you
I’ll be your mirror
I don’t want to get over you
I guess I could take a sleeping pill
And sleep at will
And not have to go through what I go through
I guess I should take Prozac, right,
And just smile all night
At somebody new,
Somebody not too bright
But sweet and kind
Who would try to get you off my mind
I could leave this agony behind
Which is just what I’d do
If I wanted to,
But I don’t want to get over you
Cause I don’t want to get over love
I could listen to my therapist,
Pretend you don’t exist
And not have to dream of what I dream of;
I could listen to all my friends
And go out again
And pretend it’s enough,
Or I could make a career of being blue
I could dress in black and read Camus,
Smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth
Like I was 17
That would be a scream
But I don’t want to get over you
The Magnetic Fields
everything looks so silly
you probably won’t read this, but i’m writing on my tumblr because i’m terrified to talk to you. not because you’ll be mean to me or yell, but because i’m afraid you won’t tell me what i want to hear. i want you to tell me that it will all be okay, that this is just a bad dream. that all you want to do is put your arms around me and hold me tight until we forget that this ever happened. i need you to know how much i really love you, that no one will ever be able to replace you. that i’ll do anything to make you happy and help you succeed. that no one in my life has ever been quite like you. i don’t care how much distance is between us, you’re my man. i’m hurting, babe, and i don’t know what to do. time, space, and patience are what we need, but they’re the hardest things for me to give. i want you to know that no matter what happens, i’ll be there in march to see you. i don’t know what to say that you don’t already know, but i haven’t talked to you in a day and i feel like a piece of myself is missing. all i want to do is text you goodnight, but i’m trying to be strong. so i said it all here. goodnight baby
Love this Steve Jobs shot- a mischievous smile and genuine joy about waking up every day and innovating. “Stay hungry, stay foolish.”
(via carcanet)



