Graham Coxon – Song for the sick
you made me stop believing.
nights
When the world is winning and the fight feels helpless, we all need to retreat into the open arms of the night. Feel comfort wash over your body like weightlessness, until you feel as though you’ve no physical form at all. Sheath yourself in dream and let your mind linger in innocence and ignorance for as long as it needs to. There is no harsh reality which can pierce the protective vale of sleep. Then wake up, clench your fists, and walk back out swinging.
wood stove
ich will so ein ding haben.
geschmiedeter stahl
love. want.








