You, my love, are allowed to forget about the christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents house
You, my love, are allowed to shed the weight of all the years before, like bad disco clothes, save them for a night of dancing, stoned with you lover
You, my love, are allowed to let yourself drown every night in bottomless, wild, and naked symbolic dreams
You, my love, in sleep can unlock your youth and your most terrifying magic and dreaming is for the courageous
You, my love, are allowed to grab my guitar and sing me idiot love songs if you lost your ability to speak, keep it down to two minutes
You, my love, are allowed to rot and to die and to live again more alive and incandescent than before
You, my love, are allowed to beat the shit out of your television, choke its thoughts and corrupt its mind, kill kill kill kill the motherfucker before the song of zombiefied pain and panic and malaise and its narrow right winged vision and its cheap commercial gang rate becomes the white noise of the world, turn about is fair play
You, my love, are allowed to forgive and love your television
You, my love, are allowed to speak in kisses to those around you and those up in heaven
You, my love, are allowed to show your babies how to dance full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified
You, my love, are allowed to suck in every single endeavor
You, my love, are allowed to be soaked like a lovers blanket in the New York summertime with the wonder of your own special gift
You, my love, are allowed to receive praise
You, my love, are allowed to have time
You, my love, are allowed to understand
You, my love, are allowed to love

Woman, disobey
Little man, believe
You, my love, are a rebellion

We are dreaming of tomorrow, and tomorrow isn't coming
We are dreaming of a glory that we don't really want
We are dreaming of a new day, when the new day is here already
We are running from the battle, when it's one that must be fought.
And still we sleep.

We are listening for the calling but never really heeding
Hoping for the future when the future's only plans
Dreaming of the wisdom that we are dodging daily
Praying for a savior, when salvation's in our hands.
And still we sleep.

And still we sleep, and still we pray, and still we fear
And still we sleep.

Another trinket that i will take with me to my grave.

All being said I’m SOOO happy that for once hollywood took sexual assault seriously and actually respected the victims

گیمن برات چیزی جز درد و بدبختی نمیخوام

It makes me so so sad because Good Omens to me was that one show that matched me perfectly. And I know a lot of other people feel the same. To know that the story you love will end terribly and the characters you love are going to so abruptly be taken away from you is just fucking terrible

خدا نکنه آخر محتوای گی یکیشون نمیره و واقعا به هم برسن و خوشحال زندگی کنن.