“If there is a hell, I hope it finds you.”
You met me in the middle of my escape. See, it’s not your fault. I stopped to take a breath and we walked. We walked together for a time. But, this is still my escape. This must be where I finally make it out. See, it’s not my fault. I blame the time. I blame our speed. I blame my legs. I blame my feet. I blame my hands. I blame my chest. I blame my heart. I blame my mind. I blame my soul, as it’s easy to blame something that isn’t there. See, it’s not my doing.
“I did what my body told me.”
See, I’m all quotes and interpolations.
You loved an irrelevant encyclopedia.
(Source: tracewilliamcowen.com)

—Steve Jobs (via squish-face)
(Source: kyleschen, via squish-face)

Beach Party (!) - “Dreamer”
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New BP (!) song, friends and lovers. You can download it for free via our Facebook.
Does she move in you the things you thought so still not so long ago?
Does she move in you?
Does she chase your dreams into the fading sun just to convince it never to go down?
Does she chase you?
Does she light a cigarette at dawn on the balcony of a hotel neither of you can really ever afford any other time than now?
Does she ignite you?
Does she pull you close and kiss you on the forehead and fall asleep beside you though she swore she would never spend the night and then wake up before you to sneak out before your alarm goes off for a job you hate that slowly kills you?
Does she?
Does she kill you?
She does
She does
She does
She moves
She moves
She moves
She moves on
(with ease)
She moves on
(Source: tracewilliamcowen.com)
All words, film, music, etcetera by Trace William Cowen