Antonio. Nebraska kid. I like indie and rap. I have so many dreams and slowly i'm making them all come true. Happiness comes from within, so don't loose the things that matter the most. Not even they can stop me now, but I’ll be flying overhead. Their heavy words can't bring me down, but I’ve been raised from the dead. I don’t even notice how hard life was; I don't even think about it now because…I've finally found you. Now sing it to me. Now my life is sweet like cinnamon. Like a fucking dream I’m living in. Baby love me cause I’m playing on the radio. How do you like me now? Lick me up and take me like vitamin 'cause my body's sweet like sugar venom. Baby love me cause I’m playing on the radio. How do you like me now? American dreams came true somehow. I swore I’d chase until I was dead. I heard the streets were paved with gold. That's what my father said. Like a rush shot through you; everyone is watching you. Told you why I see no need for the sun. I've found a reason to say a love you light is a love soon gone. If this is it don't bother cause this love is a lie. I'm a chemical kid; you're a mechanical bride. When every vein is red out of the blue I held a diamond to the sun to count the moments on account of the way you smile. Smile for me. We're in slow motion when you smile. Smile for me. But, oh my God, I've been looking, but I still hold your breath so you won't leave. Pastel-red and porn star-white; ghost on the altar. We breathe, don't leave. Say that the night sings alone and if there's a God then I'm letting Him go all for you, you alone. Raise my hands at the thought of you leaving me alone. These days occupations have noticeably paused in me. Anything is better than a wandering intention to find roots beneath ideals. I am searching on a binge of desperation to throw these worries off my back. And leave a crack in your expectancy. Look what you've made of me. You've made so much noise that confusion has awaken in me. I wanted to be with you alone. And talk about the weather. But traditions I can trace against the child in your face. Won't escape my attention. You keep your distance fear the system of touch. And gentle persuasion. I'm lost in admiration that I need you this much. You're wasting my time. You're just wasting time. Something happens and I'm head over heels. I never find out till I'm head over heels. It's getting dark we should go back. But what's the use if what you love is what you have. And I could die right now. For something beautiful to take me somewhere else. Oh, I try. But I can't calm down. As I drag myself along these severed hands. Are doing the very best they can. I'm gonna buy a cheap bouquet before it dies on the display. Gonna break down the better side of me...New Young Cinema Club/ Lana Del Rey/ Big Sean/ Indie/ Alternative/ Donnie Darko/ City and Colour/ Wavves/ Best Coast/ 60s/Food Network/ Oceans/ Crystal Castles/ Piano/ Friends/ Kanye/ Biggie/ Running/ Life.
I keep telling people this shit in real life and they don’t believe me. I’ve seen it from multiple sources, and this just adds another (albeit usually unreliable) source.
This is actually legit, guys. This is how your eyes move when you’re thinking about something. It’s actually a good way to tell if someone is lying or not, because they’ll look to their left (your right, durr) when they’re constructing false memories, and to their right when they’re actually remembering them.