(Source: fuckyeahtheverve)
| Mia: | Don't you hate that? |
| Vincent: | What? |
| Mia: | Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? |
| Vincent: | I don't know. That's a good question. |
| Mia: | That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence. |
(Source: babeimgonnaleaveu)
Weary widows
weathered and toiled
Vexing solitude
Veering
Within Temptations
of wilting away
wandering wildly
wondering
As he ponders
Gazes
Whimsically
At his lost wonder
reflections
of his withered past
writhe within
in agony
whispering
his scantily held
ropes of
Vindication
Waning ability
and peace of mind
wrought iron murder
wound in deadly charms
of black magic wizardry
he whines
and writes
Pointlessly in stanzas
omg love this
Whoa
Serenity. I wish I didn’t trade it off for an overdeveloped this shithole
Forevermore
Forever long
Fervently
Fighting fiends
Flying by your side
Falling gracefully
I follow you
Formidably
I would fail to waver
For you
Through my fortitude
I will defend thee
My Fortress
My Fountain
My Faith
My Fantassy
My Fire
My Fame
Flaming endlessly
For you I devote
My fearless queen
For you I live my life.
Thoughts tread
In a never ending swirl
In cacophonous silence
Of southern gales
Tearing apart
Sand castles of dreams
Inane attempts
Chivalrous pasts
Insulted
Devoured yet again
By our monstrous future
Cornered in
Captivity so sublime
Ridding us off
Our Identity
Our Creativity
Our Sincerity
Our Tranquility
Sullied by Mediocrity
That means nor matters
To no one
(Source: bowiejob)
