Modest Mouse // 3rd planet
Everything that keeps me together is falling apart
I’ve got this thing that I consider my only art, of fucking people over
During it, I was like:
But when I look back on it, I’m like:
Wavves - Demon To Lean On
|—||1Q84, Haruki Murakami, pg 294 (via venchy)|
Oh sometimes the blues is just a passing bird.
And why can’t that always be?
Tossing aside from your birches crown,
Just enough dark to see,
How you’re the light over me.