c’est la vie

years from now, they will make water from the reservoirs of our idiot tempers. soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you. through and through. your gentleman father would pray for a daughter, as he walked from room to room saying “women are winning the tournament of hearts. somebody’s got to lose…” soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you. through and through. soon enough.

Reblogged from hello, how are you.

Reblogged from Polyvinyl Record Co..

Reblogged from The Webbed-Foot Contessa.

this is the way the world ends
this is the way the world ends
this is the way the world ends
not with a bang but a whimper.
- t.s. eliot

Reblogged from strange eyes.