bonfire during the party last night :)

11 - may - 2012

i’m not as great as her.. but i’m learning :D

i’ll miss every slow motion 

(via simonsfoster)

i’ll be honest, this album has probably been the most fun we’ve had as a band. the way the world is now, you don’t have to stick to one musical tribe, you can jump between all of them…. i think every album of ours is an attempt to make some sense of the world we live in; of course, you never make sense in it! - chris martin

(via simonsfoster)

blueejay:

I want to know how you eat your sandwich. Do you bite off the crust first? Tell me, I want to know. Do you think about standing at the edge of a foreign roof and taking a leap because life keeps whispering you to? What does your mother look like when she calls your name? How do you sound when you speak to her? How many lovers did you smile at and think the word ‘love’? Do you believe in fate? Tell me what you see when you look in the mirror. Tell me what the clouds look like to you. Tell me how many stars you’ve counted before blanketing the world. Tell me of all the friends that betrayed you. Tell me how they pushed you on the playground and stapled worthless on your skin. Tell me how many times you skinned your knees trying to fight off foes and beasts. Paint me a picture of how you hate or if you hate anybody or anything at all. Write down all the words you’ve never been able to speak out loud because of the inquisitive shadow who hears everything. I bet you’ve never fought with your father. I bet you carry the groceries when your mother shops beside you. I bet your sister shouts your name merrily when you come home. I bet when you see blood you think of rainbows. I bet you wear your scars on your wrist like a watch. I bet your dreams are black and white. I bet there are stories for little kids in your satchel. I bet your eyes have seen more world than your body. But I don’t want to guess any longer. I want to know. Know all the things that makes you feel unsafe, fearful and happy. Tell me, have you ever touched the sun say come home with me? Have you ever sung lullabies to the moon? Tell me which tears describe you and which don’t. Tell me if you have any funny habits living inside your pockets. Tell me if you walk on the beach and scream at the ocean for kissing the shore numerous times yet not staying. Tell me if you fall for every timid eye on the subway. Tell me about all the times you were melancholic. Tell me if want to walk on the skyline during spring. Tell me the first thing that comes to mind when you open your eyes in the morning. Tell me if you write poems for your imaginary friends. Tell me which season, song and bird you are. Tell me—or don’t. Perhaps that’s too many questions for our first conversation. Perhaps it’s too soon and you won’t be my friend for more than two minutes. Perhaps I should wait for you to part your lips and utter the first word.

(via thestrangeststranger)

should i go back?

thestrangeststranger:

I’ll start calling you by name.

This time, I won’t stutter.

This time, I won’t catch my breath.

This time, you’ll hear it as clear as thunder hushing all the voices in my head.

I’ll start calling you by name

                 and end it with goodbye.