Maybe I’ll pick up my old habits again
that will make you happy
Maybe I’ll pick up my old habits again
that will make you happy
We all feed the caged lion to tame him,
But the hand that fed him got bitten.
We offer a psalm of sorrow mixed with a silver spoon,
filled with blood, on the front steps of the temple.
Our voice barely a whisper, only the angels can listen.
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mini collab with http://charles-is-dead.tumblr.com/ in italics.
god said that
old number seven old Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
I’ll feel yours feel mine from my bones.
(Source: dropdead-beautifull, via timewillnotforgive)
possibly