arsenoa:

Tom Waits
Montreal, 1981

Sometimes all humanity strikes me as lovely. I just want to reach out and stroke someone, and say There, there, it’s all right, honey. There, there, there.

Who’s jealous of who? If I get busy then I couldn’t care less what you do.

yet in that drunken place
you would
like to hand your heart to her
and say
touch it
but then
give it back

pikeys:

Victoriana - Series, by Thomas Robson

I still catch myself feeling blue about the things that don’t matter any more.