Fuck like Wilde and Die like Hemmingway


While this song has been out for a while, and the video has been posted all over the place, I just feel the overwhelming need to post it on here. Even if it is only a reflection of how I am feeling right now, or not. I don’t even know.

“Well sometimes, like every time a train passes, I get jealous of the long nights,
and blurred lights, the red eyes, the bar fights.
Where in the hell am I? And how did i get here?
And which way to the nearest train?”

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Christiana March 8, 2010 at 6:37 pm

I’m glad we’re both in love with him.

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