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I SAW CLOUDS ALL FULL OF LIGHTNING, I COULD HAVE DIED I FELT SO HAPPY #MORRISPAINS (sideblog to #optimistsclub)

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The Mountain Goats: Tallahassee (2002) album sentence starters

cw: toxic relationship, alcohol

❝ There is no plan we can fall back on. ❞

❝ There are loose ends by the score. ❞

❝ What did I come down here for? ❞

❝ Let the good times roll on through these first few desperate hours. ❞

❝ We keep our spirits light but they drop like flies. ❞

❝ You’ve got whatever’s left of me to get. ❞

❝ Our conversations are like minefields; no one’s found a safe way through one yet. ❞

❝ I am not going to lose you. ❞

❝ We are going to stay married. ❞

❝ That stuff tastes like medicine but I’ll take it, it’ll do. ❞

❝ I held on to you with a desperate strength. ❞

❝ People say friends don’t destroy one another; what do they know about friends? ❞

❝ Everything’s gonna be okay soon. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day. ❞

❝ Your drunken kiss is as light as the air. ❞

❝ Maybe everything that falls down eventually rises. ❞

❝ Look beyond the broken bottles, past the rotting wooden stairs. ❞

❝ How long will we ride this wave out? ❞

❝ How long till someone caves under the pressure? ❞

❝ My dreams are haunted by armies, armies of ghosts. ❞

❝ I hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us. ❞

❝ I hope it’s already too late. ❞

❝ I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away and I never come back to this town again. ❞

❝ I hope I lie, and tell everyone you were a good wife. ❞

❝ Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises; we’re pretty sure they’re all wrong. ❞

❝ I hope I never get sober. ❞

❝ I am drowning, there is no sign of land. ❞

❝ You are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand. ❞

❝ I hope you die. I hope we both die. ❞

❝ Your love is like a cyclone in a swamp. ❞

❝ But my love is like a dark cloud full of rain. ❞

❝ I fear for my safety, you can see it in my eyes. ❞

❝ The sky will fall, we will rise. ❞

❝ My love is like a powder keg in the corner of an empty warehouse. ❞

❝ The way I feel about you, baby, can’t explain it. ❞

❝ You got the best of my love. ❞

❝ Someone’s gonna do something someone else will regret. ❞

❝ Something here will eventually have to explode. ❞

❝ Name one thing about us two anyone could love. ❞

❝ The warning signs have all been bright and garish, far too great in number to ignore. ❞

❝ Our love has never had a leg to stand on. ❞

❝ I want to say I’m sorry for stuff I haven’t done yet. ❞

❝ Things will shortly get completely out of hand. ❞

❝ I will walk down to the end with you, if you will come all the way down with me. ❞

❝ But then you came in and we locked eyes. ❞

❝ What will I do when I don’t have you to hold onto in the dark? ❞

❝ I don’t know why it’s gotten harder to keep myself away. ❞

❝ I don’t mean it when I tell you that I don’t love you anymore. ❞

❝ Some day we’ll both wake up for good. ❞

❝ Sing for the flames that will rip through here, and the smoke that will carry us away. ❞

❝ Sing for the damage we’ve done and the worse things that we’ll do. ❞

❝ Open your mouth and sing for me now, and I will sing for you. ❞

#I MEANT TO RB THIS HERE #the terror of sideblogs begin

‘ do you scare easy? ’ i feel like i do. i feel a lot like i used to not right up until recently. right up until- ‘ i used to not even flinch at shit, ’ i interrupt myself. ‘ never. i’d be stone cold the whole time and now all of a sudden i feel like i’ll burst into tears if microwave dings were any louder. that feels so embarrassing. ’

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𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚’𝖗𝖊 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖆 𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖑𝖘, 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖔? do you snap the pencils and rip the paper in half in a fit of rage over something you won’t remember in ten years time or do you take them and scrawl the colours and shapes that are stuck in your head onto the paper? ‘ i take the pencils and i draw with them. isn’t that what anyone would do? is-is this a trick question or something? ’

WHAT ARE THEY ? scribbles, essentially. that’s what they were when they were first brought about from a five year old’s brain to pen to paper. in actuality, these drawings weren’t just the childish scribbles you thought them to be. maybe your designing skills were just that good that some higher deity up above thought your creations should come to life* (*and chase you down the street. an artists dream, right?).

WHEN DID THEY GET HERE ? you’re fresh out of uni a month and so understandably, you weren’t expecting this. university doesn’t prepare you for this spider-bull hybrid type fucking thing hurtling after you down the street. YOU SCREAM, a perfectly reasonable reaction in your opinion; people give you a few weird looks and you continue screaming down the street for a full forty five minutes till you get home. you look outside, there’s nothing there. YOU’RE CRAZY, you ignore it. that makes more sense. that’s the FIRST TIME they show up.

SO THEY SHOW UP AGAIN ? you thought you were gonna get off that easy? HA! no way, they’re following you everywhere. these things that seem vaguely similar in some way or another, they’re out to kill you more times than not, other times they’re going for other people. (people that can’t see them — people who don’t seem to appreciate it when you look like you’re doing an interpretive dance around them while you’re actually BATTLING THIS CREATURE FROM HELL THAT YOU KIND OF SORT OF DESIGNED WITH A HANDFUL OF CRAYOLAS AS A KID for this strangers life). they show up plenty of times, and not all of them are monsters. more often than not, however, they are, and they’re trying to hurt people. you’re kind of this vigilante hero. you figure you’re JUST LIKE SPIDERMAN, if he battled the doodles of a five year old of course.

ARE THEY ALL THAT BAD ? not all of them. you fall in love with one of them till you realise that the strangers on your dates looking at the two of you weird weren’t all because you had something in your teeth. THEY ALL JUST THOUGHT YOU WERE TALKING TO YOURSELF! —– couldn’t see the guy. that was awkward. at least you realise you didn’t just draw monsters trying to kill you: apparently you also had a thing for designing your model partner too. talk about thirsty!

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